he barked into his radio, commanding the terminal to stop pumping. The load was complete, and at a nod from the chief mate, Medina left to check the drafts.It was a relieved Medina that rushed down the gangway. They’d taken minimal ballast for the short transit to the refinery; water hadn’t even ...
The last days had taken their toll, and all looked worried and sleep deprived; Hughes knew he didn’t look any better. He directed the first question at Gowan.“How’re things looking down below, Chief?”Gowan shrugged. “We’re keeping the lights on. Other than the initial blackout, all the machinery ...
Dave Hitchcock said, staring at the massive pile of boxes and assorted loose gear heaped on the deck of the Miss Martha. Lucius Wellesley nodded. “And there’s a pile that big or bigger on every one of the boats on this side. It’s gonna be a bear to ferry it all to the lock wall in the skiffs then...