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 whatever 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 detachment—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.
Captain McCoy would be aft on the deck to starboard, sitting on the deck, where he hoped the solid railing would keep him from being seen by anyone on the shore. He didn’t look much like a Korean sailor.
Neither did Lieutenant Taylor, even though he was now also wearing a black cotton shirt and trousers, and had his hair and forehead wrapped in black cotton. He was in the best position to see what was on the wharf and shore, and was also in the worst position to try to pass himself off as a Korean sailor.
The Marines were to be in the passage below the bridge on the stern, ready to move at McCoy’s order.
That order would come when either Major Kim or Lieutenant Taylor decided that it no longer mattered if someone on shore could see that McCoy was not a Korean seaman and would call his name.