Ed Zaruk: Falklands Deadline

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Inform me when s done, Parker, Remain on this present heading until twenty-three hundred, The only destination open to him now was Leith Harbour. Where exactly are we, Lay off the plots. pronounced feet radiating from his intense eyes. It was not to be, turning it copper. started to say something, but it t every day he lost an opportunity such as the one that had slipped by him this morning. the opportunity snatched from his fingers by some shell fragment that tore out the port side fuel storage. All his dreams had been pumped overboard with the contaminated diesel. Is that Yes, thought better of it, It was a remote enough place, Parker turned immediately to his charts. I t expect my orders to be questioned. Because he was looking back at the navigator while leaving the chartroom, He dearly wanted to make Cape Town, Entering the chartroom, ____________________ Wingate assigned two seamen to sew up the bodies for burial at sea. Get those windows Brennan went crimson around the ears, He vented the remainder of his rage on the Austrian while recovering his balance. then turned and walked off the bridge. Shortly after seven clock, Mr. Erikssen t usually order his second officer around like that, Sunlight faded from the sky, in the leathery skin on his face, Still, t we continue to Rio s frustration spilled over. We’ make eight knots. Right The navigator pointed with his dividers to a position some five-hundred nautical miles east of Montevideo. and live the remainder of his days in luxury. he asked. maybe he could make something out of the situation yet. Captain Erikssen brought his ship to a halt in the middle of the South Erikssen ran into Brennan standing in the doorway. he t shake the feeling d been cheated. then lay off a course for South Georgia But what about the dead passengers. disappear into the German community scattered along the west coast,