Drifting in the morning swell. The diesels have stopped. Your body, in tune with being on a boat, stirs when something starts or stops. I wake and right there is the rescue chopper stalled overhead. The portal glass is thick, …
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Drifting in the morning swell. The diesels have stopped. Your body, in tune with being on a boat, stirs when something starts or stops. I wake and right there is the rescue chopper stalled overhead. The portal glass is thick, …