"I'll tell him to expect company then. His name is Esteban, a local from a village near here. He should have no problem getting you to the outskirts of Santa Boca." Wilkes explains.
"By boat he will take you to the shore, We're just far out enough that no one in Santa Boca can see what we're doing, and the ship will shield those in the fishing boat from prying Nazi eyes."
"Those of you who are riding along with Esteban, come over to the railing near the back with me. You will find a rope ladder that will take you down into the fishing boat." He turns and leads the way.
Wilkes calls down to the fisherman. Then he faces those about to climb down the ladder. "Good luck Gentlemen, and Godspeed." He offers to shake hands with each man as he passes.
DuMont stands with the rest of the group watching Wilkes and the others go down towards the rear of the freighter. "Well, monsieurs. It is my understanding that Captain Barret has just instituted a new tradition of serving a toast to his passengers upon a safe arrival in harbour. You're welcome to join me, or you could stay up here. It's your choice." He turns and goes inside to head to the galley for the promise of free alcohol.