Edgy as I was, I felt like I was burning calories faster than an adolescent boy in need of Ritalin. Food was already becoming harder to get. Our Vietnamese fish soup was a gray pool of stray fish parts. I longed for my Power Bar. It had gone into disturbing detail about the treatment Vietnamese boat people received in the hands of Thai pirates.
Thai pirates are the worst.
Chris looked like he'd sell me for a bottle of rum. You've never even met a pirate. Emily and I looked at each other. The book had detailed robberies, rapes and possible cannibalism. The next morning, Jean-Pierre, his shorts whiter than ever, had news.