Maelcum’s smile spread across his face like light breaking. "Maelcum a rude boy, Case. Garvey Maelcum boat." His gloved hand slapped a panel and the bass-heavy rocksteady of Zion dub came pulsing from the tug’s speakers. "Maelcum not runnin’, no. I talk wi’ Aerol, he certain t’ see it in similar light."