This is the fourth episode of the novel Two Tamas in Paradise. It is the fourth novel in the Trace Troy South Pacific Adventure series. It will be posted in episodes. The plan is for two or three a week. There are fifty episodes. It has not been published yet. The reader is given a sneak preview.
It suffices to say that because this is one novel in a series, there may be things not understood unless one knows what has taken place in previous novels from this series. Here is a link to the first novel in the series: The Big Gamble in Paradise, paperback or Kindle.
Negotiations
Trace decided to speak with Sean and Chuck before docking at Bora Bora. He had everything in mind about how to proceed. No exceptions to the final plan came to mind, though. Much depended on their reaction. He feared for the worst. He tried to force it far from his thoughts. He wanted to think the best of them, but the information from Sage and Makani, along with the change in their attitudes seemed predictable.
He turned in the captain’s chair to the chart desk. After glancing at the clock, he made a quick calculation. He used the compass to approximate how far to Bora Bora. “Two hours,” he murmured.
He leaned back, grabbed the mic, and pressed it. As his mouth opened he saw Sean and Chuck moving along the side deck toward the pilothouse. Trace returned the mic to the hook. They came around to the aft door and walked in.
Sage cocked his head and squinted, “What’s up?”
“We want to talk,” Chuck said.
“Sure,” Trace said. “Have a seat.”
They sat on the bench like stone statues. Chuck rubbed his knees. Sean twitched his mouth.
Trace’s eyes roved from Sean to Chuck several times. He could see and sense hostility. They were ready for confrontation. Trace appeared relaxed.
Trace thought, ’It is never good to allow your opponent know how willing you’re ready for the fight. Surprise them and suddenly you will be on the offensive. They know there will be a counterattack. Faked surprise and weakness is like having all your buddies behind them—holding clubs.’
“What’s on your mind,” Trace said smiling and unassuming.
“Nobody has worked harder than me and Chuck,” Sean said.
Trace smiled and thought, ‘Wow, I can see where this is going already.’
Then Trace spoke, “Yeah, I’ve never worked with better men. You two make this whole thing purr like a kitten.’
“I’m glad you agree,” Chuck said.
“In fact, I was looking at my books and I think you two and Makani can have a raise. Business has been real good. Oh wait, I forgot about the gold. You two probably are telling me you want to quit. I’m right there with you. If I was in your shoes I’d do the same thing. But can you a least stay on until we get back to Suva.”
Their heads quickly turned toward each other. Confusion flashed on their faces.
Trace thought, ‘You two are on your heels.’
Each had looks on their faces as if one was coaxing the other to speak. Neither seemed to have the nerve.
Finally, Chuck cleared his throat. “Ahem, Sean and I don’t feel right about things.”
“Oh,” Trace feigned interest, “We can talk about anything.”
“Okay,” Sean said, “For one thing, we think we should have a larger share of the gold. We did most of the work.”
“Well,” Trace appeared agreeable, “let’s talk. What do you think is fair? We got to start somewhere.”
They both swallowed and their eyes bounded around like a pinball.
Trace smiled. “I guess you haven’t got that far yet, so let’s talk. Like I said, start with a number. You two are getting twenty percent each; together that’s forty percent. Where do you want to start, forty-five percent, fifty percent, twenty-five percent each? ”
They both had looks on their faces that this was easier than they thought. They sat back and relaxed.
“Well,” Sean said, “basically Makani is a cook. He hardly did any work at the site.”
“So cut him out or you two take his share?” Trace said.
They quickly glanced at each other. They appeared surprised Trace followed their reasoning.
“We do have some other concerns,” Sean said confident he would be heard favorably.
“Hey,” Trace said, “I’m here to help and listen. We’re a team. We always have been.”
Trace changed his expression to serious. He lowered his eyebrows. ‘I’m appearing too eager,’ he thought. Then he said seriously the them, “Keep in mind we had an agreement.”
“But we had no say in it,” Chuck said.
“Maybe you should have spoken up,” Trace said.
“There was little reason to,” Sean said. “All of us thought deep down there was no gold. We were making a deal based on a dream.”
“I see your point,” Trace said. “So you want to renegotiate.”
“No,” Sean said, “we just want to negotiate for the first time; knowing what we’re dealing with.”
“You know, if we found nothing, I’d have still paid you,” Trace said. “Looking at it that way, it was all one-sided. I got paid for the charter but not enough for all my expenses.”
“You see,” Chuck said, “we never had a chance to dig around where you did. There may be more there and you’re holding out on us.”
“Have I ever held out on you?” Trace said.
“No,” Sean said, “but this kind of money can make a man think differently.”
“You should look at yourselves in the mirror,” Trace said. “I think the amount of money has changed you two more than changed me or anybody else on this boat.”
“You could be holding out on Makani and your buddy, Sage,” Chuck said.
“Look,” Sean said, “you have the boat, you have land, and we have nothing. It’s about time we get a break in life.”
“You will each have over a hundred and thirty thousand dollars worth of gold when it’s all divided,” Trace said. He paused and studied Sean and Chuck. “You think it should all be yours.”
“We figure we should get two-thirds,” Sean said, “Me and Chuck and you can divide the other third any way you like to.”
“So if I was to split what’s left evenly between me, Makani, and Sage that would be a little more than ten percent each. That’s still a lot, Trace said. “But you’d be happier if you had it all?
“You two have plenty already,” Chuck seemed to plead with his hands open.
“And you guys did nothing,” Trace said.
“We did all the work,” Chuck again seemed to plead a case.
“But you found nothing,” Trace said. “I—I’m the one who found the gold and could have kept it for myself—never said a word about it.”
Sean’s and Chuck’s planning had not even remotely considered that sort of counterargument. Their eyes looked to the heavens for some sort of imaginative intervention.
Trace nodded and smiled. “You know what, let’s get this thing docked at Bora Bora. We’ll talk this over. Keep in mind, I should have something.”
Their eyes tried to look at each other without moving their heads.
“Well,” Trace said, “that looks as if that’s about it for now.”
They stood and left the pilothouse through the aft door. They walked around to the foredeck and leaned against the roof of the forward cabins.
Trace murmured, “There’s two guys who have never negotiated for cattle with a Texan.”