Jones nodded indefinitely toward a southern horizon cluttered with small islands, or perhaps some of them were headlands of the Asian continent, gangling out into the harbor. "Hub of the commercial fishing fleet," he explained. "Economic migrants from all over China go there because they’ve been promised jobs. When they arrive, they find that there’s nothing for them and they can’t afford to go back. So they work as virtual slaves." He nodded toward one of the crew members, who was refilling the teapot. "The place has an official name, obviously. But Heartless Island is what these people call it."