Hey, here it is. Good to see you, it has been a while, come aboard. Is that all of your stuff? Good, I will get someone to carry it down for you.
Do you want a drink? It seems like it was yesterday since I last had a drink. What do you want?
I tell you, you do not know how hard it is being the leader of a drugs ring. Sure, I have the nice boat, all the girls, but somehow I feel something is missing. What, I do not know, there is just this nagging feeling that there is something missing from my life. I thought it was just the fact I needed a new Lambo, but I got one last week, so it can't be that. Then again it could be now, cause I crashed it into a tree. Have you ever tried to drive a Lamborghini at 200mph with 5 gs of coke up your nose? No? Well now think about doing it when you are 10 cm tall, and you will get the picture.
Sorry, hold on, I have to answer this. What? Another one? Shit. Tell me it wasn't the ostrich, he was carrying 10 ks! Good, who was it? A CANARY!? Who the hell hired a canary? He will sing for sure. Besides, just how much blow can you get in a canary. ½ k? Impressive! You just make sure that that canary doesn't sing.
Sorry about that, they seem to be cracking down on bird smuggling at the moment, so we are having a few setbacks.
But enough business, let me show you around the boat. Hopefully tomorrow we will be able to go out fishing, which should be good. Or if you want we can just go out and shoot seagulls. Hate those bastards.
This is the bridge. Some of this kit is great. This can detect a DEA boat from 250kms. And this is my personal favourite. The throttle. You should see this baby go. You wouldn't believe it from the outside, but it has saved my tail a few times. The red button? Don't touch that. It attracts a little attention, especially when we are in port. Works damned well on seagulls though. And of course the DEA. I'll show you tomorrow.
This is one of the guest cabins, you will be sleeping here. If you need anything, just pick up the phone.
We will head out early tomorrow, Sammy Hagar is playing at his club in town and the place goes nuts. That and bloody cops everywhere, best to keep a low profile for the next couple of days.
"Mr Sanchez, I have something to tell you"
"What, spit it out man"
"You have a twin brother Mr Sanchez, he has been spotted in London"
"Twin brother ehhhh, I must meet with him, book me on the next flight to London".