“Your choice,” Bud said. “If you’re not here at sixteen hundred hours, I’m sure Phil Cotter won’t mind one more on the 169.”
“I’m a friend of Jack Kennedy, from back in Boston,” I said, stretching the truth a bit to see Bud’s reaction. “Think Cotter will mind me tagging along? There seems to be bad blood between them.”
“Hey, I’m a pal of Jack’s, and this is the boat that picked him and his crew up on that island,” Bud said, indicating the 157 with his thumb. “Know what he said when he first saw me? ‘Where the hell have you been?’ He wasn’t kidding around, either. Jack can be pretty hard on his friends, but we’ve gotten used to it.”
“Has Cotter?”
“Well, that’s a special case. Jack thinks Cotter abandoned him,” Bud said.
“What’s your opinion?” I asked.
“Hard to know,” he said, puffing out his cheeks in exasperation. “We fired all our torpedoes at what we thought were landing barges, but they turned out to be destroyers. Then we returned to base, which is standard operating procedure. We were long gone when Jack lost his boat. I don’t have the facts to call Cotter a liar, but it is hard to believe he didn’t see the flames.”
“Cotter seemed pretty sore at Jack, who basically did call him a liar,” I said.
“At the Coastwatchers party?” Bud asked. Porter and Kari nodded. “I heard about that. I hope neither of them has to depend on the other again. It won’t be pretty. I have a few last-minute details to check on, so I’ll see you later. Or on Rendova.”
“Bud’s a good sort,” Porter said, taking a seat on a crate of Spam under the dappled shade. “So Billy, what is your Polish pal doing off in Brisbane?”
“Talking to Dickie Miller,” I said. “Daniel Tamana’s partner.”
“You think he may know something of what got Daniel killed?” Kari asked.
“It’s possible,” I said. “It was right after Daniel saw him off on Henderson Field that he began acting strangely; lying about having to visit a sick relative, and looking for Sam Chang. Perhaps he told Dickie about whatever was bothering him.” I moved a wooden crate of K rations into the shade and sat next to Porter.
“Right, you mentioned that at the party, didn’t you? I hope Dickie came through all right,” Porter said. “I heard it was a serious case of dysentery.”
“Do you know him? Either of you?”
“Not personally, no,” Kari said.
“Same here,” Porter said. “All we knew was the call sign for the Choiseul coastwatching station. But I never met the guy.”
“You never were much for socializing,” Kari said to Porter with an easy laugh. “On Pavau they called him Silas the hermit, Billy. Never stepped foot off his plantation.”
“Well, there was nowhere to go, was there?” Porter said. “But I admit, that’s why I bought the place. Far from civilization, that’s what I thought, until the Japs showed up. Goes to show, you can’t escape from the world.”
“What happened exactly?” I asked.
“We saw their boats in the distance,” Porter said, casting his gaze out to the horizon. “When two destroyers headed straight for us, I told my assistant manager, bloke by the name of Peter Fraser, to round up the workers. They were all from Choiseul or Malaita. We’d known it was likely the Japs would come, but I did harbor a hope that the war would pass us by. It’s a small island of no military value-hardly a decent harbor to be had, and no airstrip.”
“You weren’t a Coastwatcher then, were you?” I asked.
“No, I didn’t have a radio, and didn’t really care to be part of the government. I’d come out here to be on my own, but that’s another story. Anyway, as Fraser was gathering the workers, I went down to the dock and moved my boat. It was a forty-foot launch with twin diesel engines. An old tub but seaworthy. She could make eleven knots, which would serve to get us to Choiseul and then to Vella Lavella if need be.”
“Why did you move it?” I asked, as I wiped the sweat from my forehead.
“I figured the first thing the Japs would do is shell the dock or send an aircraft to shoot up any shipping. I took her to a protected cove and hid her as best I could. Fraser was to have brought everyone there, but when they didn’t show, I went looking, heard a shot in the distance. I ran along the track until I got within view of the plantation. I could see the Jap soldiers shooting, and then the house began to burn. There was nothing I could do. They killed everyone, or most everyone, far as I can tell. There was rumor that someone had fired on the Japs as they marched towards the plantation. Maybe it was Fraser, maybe one of the workers. Or the Japs were simply out for blood.”
“So you were alone,” I said.
“Alone, yes. Ironic, isn’t it? I bought that place on Pavau to enjoy being on my own. But when I finally came to be truly alone, it was the most horrible moment of my life. It’ll never be the hermit’s existence for me again, I tell you.” Porter laughed, the gruff growl of a man who had learned a hard lesson too late.
“Did you join the Coastwatchers to get your revenge?” I asked.
“It seemed the only thing to do,” Porter said, rubbing his face with his hands as if washing away a memory. “I know I’m not the type for the army, to go marching around and saluting. I figured this suited me best. I wouldn’t mind a bit of revenge though, I don’t mind saying.” He rested his hand on the hilt of the stiletto at his belt, his fingers flexing around it. I didn’t doubt he had his own personal reasons for the war he fought.
“What about you, John?” I asked. “You worked on Pavau, right? How did you get away?”
“I worked for Lever Brothers,” Kari said. “At the small harbor on the south side of the island. It was where the other plantations brought their copra. Lever ships first went to Silas’s place, then to the main docks for the rest of the shipment. I kept track of copra deliveries and worked the sale of supplies the ships brought in. Lever did a good business selling supplies to the planters. Whiskey especially.”
“Did you escape on one of their ships?” I asked.
“No, Lever canceled the last run when the Japanese took Rabaul in the Bismarcks. It was every man for himself when we heard the Japs had landed on the north side. I got on a small boat and worked my way south to Tulagi. That’s where I met Silas and Hugh Sexton and joined the Coastwatchers.”
“Why?” I asked.
“These are my islands, Billy,” Kari said. “I’m from Bougainville. I wanted to do my fighting here.”
“I can understand that,” I said. “Daniel Tamana must have felt the same way. Did either of you know him on Pavau?”
“He didn’t work for me,” Porter said. “I never heard of Daniel except when his name was mentioned around headquarters. John, did you ever cross paths with him?”
“No, but I’d only been on Pavau for three months. I was glad to get a job that didn’t involve drying copra in those kilns or harvesting it in the fields. Really hot work. But so is this,” Kari said, giving Porter a meaningful look.
Porter rose and hoisted a rope from the water, tied to a burlap bag, from which he extricated three bottles of Ballantine’s Beer. It wasn’t exactly cold, but it hit the spot.
“That’s what I heard about Daniel,” I said, returning to the subject after a long gulp. “It must be hard for a well-educated native to find a decent position.”
“It’s not so hard,” Kari said, passing the bottle opener back to Porter. “The trick is to get them to pay you a decent wage. Lever didn’t mind saving a bit of money on salary, knowing people like me were looking for a step up.” He drank, shrugged, and stared at the horizon, trying to disguise his bitterness with nonchalance.
“I’m surprised you and Daniel didn’t meet up on Pavau,” I said. “Since his job involved keeping books and recording outgoing shipments of copra.”
“We probably would have at some point,” Kari said. “But the days the boats came in were incredibly busy, and I was focused on every detail of the supply shipments and billing the planters. I didn’t want to make a mistake and give Lever a reason to dismiss me. For all I know, we did exchange paperwork at the docks, but I wasn’t paying much attention.”