The Mystery of the Solar Wind

Two ships converge in the twilight, six hundred sea miles off Dakar. A voice calls across from one to the other. A chorus of powerful voices answers. The national hymn of Southern Free. Sails are furled. The two ships slow and come to a halt next to each other. Lines shoot across. A gangway extends from the blue yacht to the white trader. Muscular sailors carry goods across: Guns, heavy artillery. Closed boxes. White teeth flash in laughter. Lines are untied, sails unfurled, the gangway retracted. The two ships veer apart, the crew of the yacht singing loudly. A pirate flag flies from the mast of the blue ship. They disappear into the twilight in opposite directions, six hundred sea miles off Dakar... Radomir Lascek, Captain of the Solar Wind, is in trouble. What did he think he was doing, hiring those three teen Irish musicians, the Donegal Troubles