The Voodoo Gold Trail w/ Direct link technology (A Classic Mystery tale)

It was on a tropic sea, and night, that I heard a little scrap of a tale that had in it that which was destined to preserve my life. The waning moon had not yet risen; the stars were all out, the Milky Way more than commonly near. The schooner's sails were barely drawing, and flapped idly at times. I leaned on the rail, listening to the purling of the sea against the vessel's side, and watching the phosphorescence where the water broke. The bell had just sounded a double stroke--two bells. Near by, the taciturn black fellow--who was our guide, and who alone (as shall appear) knew our course and destination--was in talk with Rufe, our black cook.