Damon was reduced to running his beloved Annemarie on joyrides into the Torres Strait for rich tourists. It pricked his pride and irked him to have rich boys climbing all over his boat. Still, it was money. They paid to keep his vessel in the water. He was doing what he loved and that was all that mattered. Today was a strange charter. A young woman had hired his boat to take her to Bathurst Bay on some secret mission. She had paid cash up front. There was a mythology amongst the fisherman o...