Snark wasn’t feeling up to his name this morning. The plan to steal the Mitchell Map from a sleepy small-town museum in Urbanna, Virginia, didn’t sound quite so easy this morning as he lay in his forward bunk listening to the sweet pitter-patter of rain hit the deck of his 35-foot sloop on anchor in Urbanna Creek.
Great decisions mulled deep in the cerebellum of his brain. To steal or not to steal? That is the question. Hamlet’s great soliloquy always came to mind when he was caught in a moral flummox. It’s fair to say a moral code of any special sort did not come easily to Snark.
The idea had sounded brilliant while he was at a waterside bar in Baltimore last weekend drinking with his ex-girlfriend, Whiz. But now, well, now he didn’t think it was such a hot plan.
