![]() ![]() Out of the blue, he remembered “the watch with the knights on it,” and his sixth sense was telling him already: “ It’s got to be that watch!” Having new toys and collectibles delivered to him and unpacking them like it was Christmas morning remained among just a handful of affairs that could quicken his heartbeat - and, on those rarest of occasions when he’d give it a little more thought, justify all that he’s been through, and put others through. It’s been delivering packages every day since they’ve been anchored off the Amalfi Coast, but this time, for once, something clicked. On this glistening day, as unbearably perfect as every other, look up and spot the hastily approaching boat he did. He would not have spotted the little boat until much later was it not for one of the 21-strong crew delivering his casse-croûte - he’d still be lost somewhere in the colorful patterns decorating the pages of L’Arbre des Batailles, a 15th-century manuscript that he temporarily borrowed from the library he donates to so generously every year. ![]() He’s all but forgotten about that 30-second call to his concierge some 18 months ago when he asked for an order to be placed at Roger Dubuis - that he carelessly pronounced Dubois - for “one of those watches with the knights on it.” He’s been busy expanding his collection of medieval books, scrolls, weapons, and other collectibles, and even brought some of them with him aboard the 305-foot yacht. Few legal activities can truly entertain him anymore, and money couldn’t buy him friends who shared his passion for medieval studies or his admittedly unwonted taste in watches. Still just a tiny spec in the distance is the mining magnate owner who’s lounging on the poop deck - with a brain fried from the last twenty years of excess, he’s bored out of his mind. There are just two aboard: One at the helm of the powerful jetboat, with her eyes firmly set on the $150-million schooner scraping the sky with not one, not two, but three 200-foot masts, and the other with his arms wrapped around a heavy, unlabelled box, the size of a thick briefcase. ![]() Throttle wide open, a little white boat hops from one wavelet to another, quickly leaving the narrow port of Amalfi behind. ![]()
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