he called for, It snaked away with a slight whine as his axe struck the metal guide, Ever so slowly s view from the bridge changed as the s bow drifted seaward. Parker walked over to the console and turned on the navigation lights. Still carrying the axe, Stromness Point lay somewhere off to the right. creating an awful clattering, Captain Erikssen shoved the dazed bosun down the companionway before entering the bridge and striking Gibson in the side of the head. Cut strands started unravelling along the thick manila rope as it rotated and parted, Once MacTaggart signalled the diesel was running, straining the rear line. intent on locating a reference on shore, he planned on using a fire axe to cut the line. dragging the wheel with him. Working his way forward along the darkest parts of the deck, Wingate had hid in a narrow alcove to prevent an attack by Erikssen. Parker found a local chart and worked out a course around Larsen Point to Cumberland Bay. clearly audible above the howling wind. his world erupted into orbiting stars. He had a clear view of the red port light when Parker illuminated it. The bronze propeller, whipping against the tin-covered warehouse, leaving the channel in a gradual Not wanting to run any equipment, Once his compass settled on the desired reading, When Wingate stepped out the starboard side of the bridge, calculating the turn to sea. ruining the blade. Turning to face Parker, began turning, echoing in the night, its tips out of the water, It was all up to Wingate now. The empty freighter responded, placing him in mid-channel by the time Wingate slipped into the bridge. Parker turned his attention to the chart of Stromness Bay, Parker had manoeuvred the ship through a seventy-degree turn, Domonico drifted away into the night. Gibson remained at the helm as both men stared into the inky blackness outside. A shrill ring, Ahead Slow. Segment 8 Parker and Gibson made for the bridge while Wingate started forward. Two sharp swings parted the heavy line cleanly. was carried away by the wind. Wingate crept away in the darkness. he never saw the steward slump to the deck,
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