I heard the scritch-scritch of a rake upon concrete. A light flashed and lit up a face in the distance. A cough announced my early morning companion. He spoke local. I pretended to understand. "Yah mon" I said, not knowing what I had agreed to. He approached and passed his product to me and I pretended to inhale. He leaned on his rake and asked what I was doing. I told him of my intentions and he nodded through blue smoke towards a shape in the darkness. " Dats your guy" he said. My captain.