Using food from the cases of 10-in-l rations Sergeant Jennings had stolen from the Army warehouses on the pier in Pusan, and chickens, fish, eggs, pork loins, and vegeta-bles Major Kim's national policemen had bought in Tong-nae, two of the Marines and two national policemen had prepared a surprisingly tasty lunch, an even better dinner, and an evening snack on the charcoal-fired brick stove in the forecastle. It had to be eaten from mess kits, of course, and after Zimmerman reminded the Marines how the veg-etables had been fertilized, they lost their appeal, but aside from that, there was nothing whatsoever to complain about.
Jeanette had spent most of her time with the Marines, shooting several rolls of film in the process. The Marines thought she was a willing passenger, along to chronicle their mission for her newspaper, and they were flattered by the attention of the press.
Once darkness had fallen, there hadn't been much to do except post lookouts fore and aft and sleep, and by 1900 there were sleeping Marines and national policemen stretched out wherever they could find room on the deck.
Taylor took over the helm at nightfall, and shortly after 2000, McCoy had gone below to sleep.
When McCoy woke, his watch told him it was 0600 and the rolling of the Wind of Good Fortune told him they were still at sea. He went on deck, expecting to find they were approaching whatever kind of a port Tokchok-kundo had to offer.
He found instead that the South Korean landmass was now to port, and that the Wind of Good Fortune's sails had been raised.
"I thought Tokchok-kundo was that way?" McCoy said, pointing over the Wind of Good Fortune's stern.
"It is," Taylor replied. "What I'm doing now is trying to figure out the tides. They're not doing what the book says they should be doing. And running aground on the mud-flats would be awkward."
"By when do you think you'll be able to have the tides figured out?"
"Never," Taylor had said seriously. "But today, with the relatively shallow draft of this vessel, I think I can try to get into port about eleven."
"If we can see the lighthouse, they can see us," McCoy said.
"Another astute observation," Taylor said, still playing Charles Laughton. "I am amazed at your perspicacity, Mr. McCoy."
McCoy was forced to smile.
"You don't think the lighthouse keeper might report that a strange junk loaded with more people than usual, some of whom don't look very Oriental, just sailed past?"
"That would be a real possibility if (a) there was a light-house keeper at the lighthouse, and (b) he had a generator to power a radio to communicate with somebody," Taylor said. "But you may relax, Mr. McCoy. I have it from a reli-able source that there is neither."
"What reliable source?"
"Our own esteemed Major Kim," Taylor said, pointing to Kim, who was leaning against the stern railing.
Kim was wearing a baggy black cotton shirt and trousers. The last time McCoy had seen him, he had been in neatly pressed American khakis.
"When I was last on Tokchok-kundo," Major Kim said, "the lighthouse keeper was hiding out there," Major Kim said. "He told me that he had removed the important parts of the generator and the radio and took off when he saw the North Koreans were in Inchon."
"You don't think the North Koreans would try to get it up and running? What are they doing without a lighthouse? Taking their chances?"
"The enemy isn't running any deep-draft vessels into In-chon, Captain McCoy," Kim said. "They are using their own ports, which are protected by antiaircraft weapons. They'll wait until they have taken the Pusan perimeter to clean up this area.- They have more important things to do than fix a lighthouse that right now would do nothing more than help guide South Korean fishermen home."
"But won't our invasion fleet need it?" McCoy asked.
"If they start down the Flying Fish at night, they will," Taylor said. "And they're going to have to do just that."
"So we have to think about getting it up and running ourselves?"
"In the Dai-chi Building, the brass's idea was, when they sent you Marines to take Taemuui-do and Yonghung-do on D Minus One, the landing boats would drop half a dozen men off at the lighthouse with either a generator or enough gas and oil to make a fire."
"So that's why you didn't say anything?"
"I figured I'd wait to see if we got away with taking Taemuui-do and Yonghung-do," Taylor said. "If we do get away with that, and if they don't send people to take them back, there'll be plenty of time to think about what we want to do with the lighthouse."
" `If'?" Jeanette quoted. " `If? What do they call that, `confidence'?"
"Facing facts," Taylor said. Then he pointed. "There it is. To port?"
McCoy saw a rocky island, with what looked like thatch-roofed stone houses at the water's edge.
"Where's Taemuui-do and Yonghung-do?" McCoy asked.
"You can't see them from here; you can, just barely, from the other side of Tokchok-kundo. But from here in, I think we'd better get everybody below. That includes you, Jeanette. If you're going to stay up here, McCoy, put on a Korean shirt."
He pointed to Major Kim's floppy black cotton clothing.
"My Korean stuff is below. I'll go get it," McCoy said.
Major Kim touched his arm, and when McCoy turned to look at him, handed him a black cotton shirt and trousers.
"Thank you," McCoy said.
"With your permission, Captain," Kim said, addressing Taylor, "I will have my men prepared to deal with what-ever we find when we tie up."
"Like what, for example?" Jeanette asked.
"We have had no communication with Tokchok-kundo Island, Miss Priestly," Kim said. "The North Koreans may have decided to occupy it."
"Have at it, Major," Taylor ordered.
"And if they have, then what?" Jeanette pursued.
"Then we hope we have more men than they do," Taylor said. "Please get below, Miss Priestly."
[TWO]
The landing plan was simple. Taylor would sail the Wind of Good Fortune into Tokchok-kundo's harbor-actually nothing much more than an indentation in the shoreline with a crude stone wharf jutting out into it-and "see what happens."
In case "what happened" was a detachment of North Korean soldiers, he would have the diesel engine running, so if McCoy decided retreat was the smart thing to do, they could move quickly.
There was a strong possibility, however-depending on McCoy's assessment of the strength of the enemy force, if there was one-that the smart thing to do would be to take the detachment out before retreating.
If there was a North Korean detachment on the island, they would probably have a radio, with which they could call the mainland and report that an attempt by white men (read: Americans) was trying to take the island. That might send North Korean patrol vessels after them, and it would certainly tip the North Koreans that the Americans were showing an unusual interest in Tokchok-kundo.
Taking the detachment out would prevent that. If there were prisoners, they could be taken to Pusan. Any bodies could be buried at sea. By the time someone investigated why Tokchok-kundo hadn't been heard from lately, the Wind of Good Fortune would be far at sea.
And the plan for taking out the North Korean detach-ment-if there was one-was also simple. Major Kim, hoping to look like a sailor, was to stand on the deck to starboard just aft of the forecastle. His national policemen would be in the forecastle itself, ready to move onto the deck on his signal.