Deadly Straits (A Tom Dugan Novel) - Plot & Excerpts
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 risen to his plugs. The ballast tanks were empty now, and the plugs had held as powerful fans pushed inert gas into the empty cargo tanks, displacing oxygen-rich air before gasoline surged into the tanks.He’d been terrified that the gas pressure—slight though it was—would unseat the shredded bits of Styrofoam cup he’d packed into the tiny holes. He’d paced the deck, alert to telltale whiffs from ballast-tank vents or the loud keening of gas whistling through an unplugged hole.But they all held, praise be to Allah, high on the bulkheads, submerged now under a foot of gasoline on the cargo-tank side. It wouldn’t take long for the cargo to dissolve them.But it would be long enough.Offices of Phoenix Shipping LondonBraun smiled.
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