chapter eighteen you walk up on the empty flight deck to look around and you see mountains on three sides of the bay and a little town with towers sticking up at the head of the water and the air smells bad like oil burning and the sky is gray and the two other ships of the marg are laying off about a mile away and you think this is the first real foreign country ive ever been to , and then off in the town you can hear people singing with their voices echoing across the water to you and someone says thats the arabs calling people to prayer , and then you say a prayer yourself even though you almost never even think about god .