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"He needn't have worried about being found soon after he died," said Giordino "Hard to believe he lay here for decades without a curious crew fro ashore to set up so instruments"

"The dangers of landing ah to outweigh any curiosity, scientific or otherwise"

Tears rolled down Maeve's cheeks as she wept unashamedly "His poor wife and children must have wondered all these years how he died"

"York's last land bearing was the beacon on the South East Cape of Tasmania" Pitt stepped back into the hut and reappeared athe South Tasround and studied it for a few moments before he looked up "I see why York called these rocks the Miseries," said Pitt "That's how they're labeled on the Admiralty chart"

"How far off were your reckonings?" asked Giordino

Pitt produced a pair of dividers he'd taken from the desk inside and measured off the approximate position he had calculated with his cross-staff "I put us roughly 120 kilometers too far to the southwest"

"Not half bad, considering you didn't have an exact fix on the spot where Dorsett threw us off his yacht"

"Yes," Pitt admitted modestly, "I can live with that"

"Where exactly are we?" asked Maeve, non on her hands and knees, peering at the chart

Pitt tapped his finger on a tiny black dot in the middle of a sea of blue There, that little speck approxiill, New Zealand"

"It seems so near when you look at it on a map," said Maeve wistfully

Giordino pulled off his atch and rubbed the lens clean against his shirt "Not near enough when you think that no one bothered to drop in on poor Rodney for almost forty years"

"Look on the bright side," said Pitt with an infectious grin Pretend you've puht dollars in quarters into a slot es is bound to catch up in the next two quarters"

"A bad analogy," said Giordino, the perennial killjoy,

"How so?"