The boat isn’t wide, but it’s very long and has a dozen Huks crammed onto it. All of them are armed to the teeth with ordnance that has obviously come off an American submarine recently. The weight of men and weaponry keeps the boat so low in the water that waves occasionally splash over the gunwales. Shaftoe paws through crates in the dark. He can’t see for shit, but his hands identify the components of a few Thompson submachine guns down in there.