GREAT ABACO ISLAND is a long narrow strip of land at the northern edge of the Bahamas, about a hundred miles east of Florida. Clay had been there once before, four years earlier when he'd scraped together enough money for the airfare. That trip had been a long weekend, one in which Clay had planned to discuss serious issues with his father and discard some baggage. It didn't happen. Jarrett Carter was still too close to his disgrace and concerned primarily with drinking rum punch from noon on. He was willing to talk about anything but the law and lawyers. This visit would be different.
Clay arrived late in the afternoon on a very warm and very crowded Coconut1 Air turboprop. The gentleman at Customs glanced at his passport and waved him through. The taxi ride into Marsh2 Harbor took five minutes, on the wrong side of the road. The driver liked loud gospel music and Clay was not in the mood to argue. Nor was he in the mood to tip. He got out of the car at the harbor and went looking for his father.
JARRETT CARTER HAD ONCE filed suit against the President of the United States, and though he lost the case, the experience taught him that every subsequent defendant3 was an easier target. He feared no one, in court or out. His reputation had been secured with one great victory—a large malpractice verdict against the President of the American Medical Association, a fine doctor who'd made a mistake in surgery. A pitiless jury in a conservative county had returned the verdict, and Jarrett Carter was suddenly a trial lawyer in demand. He picked the toughest cases, won most of them, and by the age of forty was a litigator with a wide reputation. He built a firm known for its bare-knuckle ways in the courtroom. Clay never doubted he would follow his father and spend his career in trials.
The wheels came off when Clay was in college. There was an ugly divorce that cost Jarrett dearly. His firm began to split with, typically, all partners suing each other. Distracted, Jarrett went two years without winning a trial, and his reputation suffered greatly. He made his biggest mistake when he and his accountant began cooking the books—hiding income, overstating expenses. When they got caught, the accountant killed himself but Jarrett did not. He was devastated5 though, and prison looked likely. Luckily, an old pal6 from law school was the U.S. Attorney in charge of the prosecution7.
The details of their agreement would forever remain a dark secret. There was never an indictment8, just an unofficial deal whereby Jarrett quietly closed his office, surrendered his license9 to practice law, and left the country. He fled with nothing, though those close to the affair felt he'd stashed10 something off-shore. Clay had seen no indication of any such loot.
So the great Jarrett Carter became a fishing boat captain in the Bahamas, which to some would sound like a wonderful life. Clay found him on the boat, a sixty-foot Wavedancer wedged into a slip in the crowded marina. Other charters were returning from a long day at sea. Sunburned fishermen were admiring their catches. Cameras were flashing. Bahamian deckhands scurried11 about unloading coolers of iced-down grouper and tuna. They hauled away bags of empty bottles and beer cans.
Jarrett was on the bow with a water hose in one hand and a sponge in the other. Clay watched him for a moment, not wanting to interrupt a man at work. His father certainly looked the part of the expatriate on the run—barefoot with dark leathery skin, a gray Hemingway beard, silver chains around his neck, long-billed fishing cap, ancient white cotton shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his biceps. If not for a slight beer belly12, Jarrett would have looked quite fit.
"Well, I'll be damned!" he yelled when he saw his son.
"Nice boat," Clay said, stepping aboard. There was a firm handshake, but nothing more. Jarrett was not the affectionate type, at least not with his son. Several former secretaries had told different stories. He smelled of dried perspiration13, salt water, stale beer—a long day at sea. His shorts and white shirt were dirty.
"Yeah, owned by a doctor in Boca. You're looking good."
"You too."
"I'm healthy, that's all that matters. Grab a beer." Jarrett pointed14 to a cooler on the deck.
They popped tops and sat in the canvas chairs while a group of fishermen staggered along the pier15. The boat rocked gently. "Busy day, huh?" Clay said.
"We left at sunrise, had a father and his two sons, big strong boys, all of them serious weight lifters. From someplace in New Jersey16. I've never seen so many muscles on one boat. They were yanking hundred-pound sailfish17 out of the ocean like they were trout18."
Two women in their forties walked by, carrying small backpacks and fishing supplies. They had the same weary, sunburned look as all other fishermen. One was a little heavy, the other was not, but Jarrett observed them equally until they were out of sight. His gawking was almost embarrassing.
"Do you still have your condo?" Clay asked. The condo he'd seen four years earlier had been a run-down two-room apartment on the back side of Marsh Harbor.
"Yeah, but I live on the boat now. The owner doesn't come over much, so I just stay here. There's a sofa in the cabin for you."
"You live on this boat?"
"Sure, it's air-conditioned, plenty of room. It's just me, you know, most of the time."
They sipped19 beer and watched another group of fishermen stumble by.
"I've got a charter tomorrow," Jarrett said. "You along for the ride?"
"What else would I do around here?"
"Got some clowns from Wall Street who want to leave at seven in the morning."
"Sounds like fun."
"I'm hungry," Jarrett said, jumping to his feet and tossing the beer can in the trash. "Let's go."
They walked along the pier, past dozens of boats of all varieties. Small dinners were underway on the sailboats. The fishing captains were drinking beer and relaxing. All of them yelled something to Jarrett, who had a quick retort for each one. He was still barefoot. Clay walked a step behind him and thought to himself, That's my father, the great Jarrett Carter, now a barefoot beach bum20 in faded shorts and an unbuttoned shirt, the king of Marsh Harbor. And a very unhappy man.
The Blue Fin4 bar was crowded and loud. Jarrett seemed to know everyone. Before they could find two stools together the bartender had tall glasses of rum punch waiting for them. "Cheers," Jarrett said, touching21 his glass to Clay's, then draining half of it. Serious fishing talk then followed with another captain and for a while Clay was ignored, which was fine with him. Jarrett finished the first rum punch and yelled for another. Then another.
A feast was getting organized at a large round table in one corner. Platters of lobster22, crab23, and shrimp24 were laid in the center of it. Jarrett motioned for Clay to follow, and they took seats at the table with a half dozen others. The music was loud, the conversation louder. Everyone around the table was working hard to get drunk, with Jarrett leading the charge.
The sailor to Clay's right was an aging hippie who claimed to have dodged25 Vietnam and burned his draft card. He'd rejected all democratic ideas, including employment and income taxes. "Been bouncing around the Caribbean for thirty years," he boasted with a mouthful of shrimp. "Feds don't even know I exist."
Clay suspected the Feds had little interest in whether the man existed, and the same was true of the rest of the misfits he was now dining with. Sailors, boat captains, full-time26 fishermen, all running from something— alimony, taxes, indictments27, bad business deals. They fancied themselves as rebels, nonconformists, free spirits—modern-day pirates, much too independent to be constricted28 by the normal rules of society.
A hurricane had hit Abaco hard the summer before, and Captain Floyd, the loudest mouth at the table, was at war with an insurance company. This prompted a round of hurricane stories, which, of course, required another round of rum punch. Clay stopped drinking; his father did not. Jarrett became louder and drunker, as did everyone else at the table.
After two hours the food was gone but the rum punch kept coming. The waiter was hauling it over by the pitcher29 now, and Clay decided30 to make a quick exit. He left the table without being noticed and sneaked31 out of the Blue Fin.
So much for a quiet dinner with Dad.
HE AWOKE IN THE dark to the sounds of his father stomping32 around the cabin below, whistling loudly, even singing a tune33 that remotely sounded like something from Bob Marley. "Wake up!" Jarrett yelled. The boat was rocking, but not so much from the water as from Jarrett's noisy attack on the day.
Clay stayed on the short and narrow sofa for a moment, trying to get his bearings, and he recalled the legend of Jarrett Carter. He was always in the office before 6 A.M., often by five and sometimes by four. Six days a week, often seven. He missed most of Clay's baseball and football games because he was simply too busy. He was never home before dark, and many times he didn't come home at all. When Clay was older and worked in the law firm, Jarrett was famous for crushing young associates with piles of work. As his marriage deteriorated34, he slept in his office, sometimes alone. Regardless of his bad habits, Jarrett always answered the bell, and always before anyone else. He had flirted35 with alcoholism, but managed to stop when the booze interfered36 with the work.
He didn't need sleep in the glory days, and evidently some habits refused to die. He roared past the sofa singing loudly and smelling of a fresh shower and cheap aftershave. "Let's go!" he shouted.
Breakfast was never discussed. Clay managed a quick, cold bird-bath in the tiny space called the shower. He was not claustrophobic, but the notion of living in the cramped37 confines of the boat made him dizzy. Outside the clouds were thick and the air was already warm. Jarrett was on the bridge, listening to the radio, frowning at the sky. "Bad news," he said.
"What is it?"
"A big storm is moving in. They're calling for heavy rain all day."
"What time is it?"
"Six-thirty."
"What time did you come in last night?"
"You sound like your mother. Coffee's over there." Clay poured strong coffee into a cup and sat by the wheel.
Jarrett's face was covered by thick sunglasses, his beard, and the bill of his cap. Clay suspected the eyes would betray a nasty hangover, but no one would ever know it. The radio was alive with weather alerts and storm warnings from larger boats at sea. Jarrett and the other charter captains yelled back and forth38 to each other, relaying reports, making predictions, shaking their heads at the clouds. A half hour passed. No one was leaving the harbor.
"Dammit," Jarrett said at one point. "A wasted day."
Four young Wall Street honchos arrived, all in white tennis shorts, new running shoes, and new fishing hats. Jarrett saw them coming and met them at the stern. Before they could hop39 into the boat, he said, "Sorry, guys, no fishing today. Storm warnings."
All four heads jerked upward to inspect the sky. A quick scan of the clouds led all four to the conclusion that weather forecasters were wrong. "You're kidding," one said.
"Just a little rain," said another. "Let's give it a try," said another. "The answer is no," Jarrett said. "Ain't nobody fishing
today." "But we've paid for the charter," "You'll get your money back." They reexamined the clouds, which were getting
darker by the minute. Then thunder erupted, like distant
cannons40. "Sorry, fellas," Jarrett said. "How about tomorrow?" one asked. "I'm booked. Sorry." They shuffled41 away, certain that they'd been cheated
out of their trophy42 marlins.
Now that the issue of labor43 had been resolved, Jarrett went to the cooler and grabbed a beer. "Want one?" he asked Clay.
"What time is it?" "Time for a beer, I guess." "I haven't finished my coffee yet." They sat in the fishing chairs on the deck and listened
as the thunder grew louder. The marina was bustling44 as captains and deckhands secured their boats and unhappy fishermen hurried back down the piers45, hauling coolers and bags filled with suntan oil and cameras. The wind was slowly picking up.
"Have you talked to your mother?" Jarrett asked. "No." The Carter family history was a nightmare, and both
knew better than to explore it. "You still with OPD?"
Jarrett asked. "Yes, and I want to talk to you about that." "How's Rebecca?" "History, I think." "Is that good or bad?" "Right now it's just painful." "How old are you now?" "Twenty-four years younger than you. Thirty-one." "Right. You're too young to get married." "Thanks, Dad." Captain Floyd came rushing along the pier and
stopped at their boat. "Gunter's here. Poker46 in ten minutes. Let's go!" Jarrett jumped to his feet, suddenly a kid on
Christmas morning. "Are you in?" he said to Clay. "In for what?" "Poker." "I don't play poker. Who's Gunter?" Jarrett stretched and pointed. "See that yacht over
there, a hundred-footer. It's Gunter's. He's an old German fart with a billion bucks47 and a boatload of girls. Believe me, it's a better place to ride out the storm."
"Let's go!" Captain Floyd yelled, walking away. Jarrett was climbing out of the boat, onto the pier. "Are you coming?" he snapped at Clay.
"I'll pass."
"Don't be silly. It'll be much more fun than sitting around here all day." Jarrett was walking away, following Captain Floyd.
Clay waved him off. "I'll read a book." "Whatever." They hopped48 in a dinghy with another rogue49 and
splashed through the harbor until they disappeared behind the yachts. It was the last time Clay would see his father for several months. So much for advice. He was on his own.
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