She sighed. She’d been aboard the Shadows for almost two months now, cruising slowly—aimlessly, almost— through the island chains of the Caribbean League. Just taking it easy, unwinding slowly. Stopping wherever the mood took her, going ashore or simply lounging aboard. The Shadows had enough fresh-water capacity and storage space that Sly could provision the vessel for almost three weeks at sea without having to resupply. Which was just the way she liked it.