“Gosh, he’s real excited, isn’t he,” Chief Edelen said to Sara in a low voice.
Sara nodded. She’d been wondering what the Terra Dawn’s skipper had been smoking herself. The handheld crackled into life. “Boarding team ready to launch, Captain.”
“Thank you, XO. Let’s give them a lee, Chief.”
“Aye aye, Captain. Helm, come to course heading one-eight-zero.”
“One-eight-zero, aye.”
The cutter took the change of course with attitude, rolling heavily into the trough of a swell, heeling to starboard, and then rolling to port down the opposite side. She nosed through the wind and steadied.
“XO?” Even over the handheld Ryan’s voice betrayed his youth and excitement. Sara couldn’t blame him, she could only envy him.
“Ensign, your orders are to disarm and detain the captain and remain on board the Lee Side until we return. Understood?”
“Understood, XO,” Ryan said.
“What arms are you carrying?”
“Sidearms and shotguns, XO.”
“Good. Don’t shoot if you don’t have to, but don’t get shot, either.”
“Understood, XO,” Ryan repeated, much more soberly this time.
Sara looked at the captain. He got out of his chair and walked to the hatch leading onto the port wing and stepped into the wind. “Launch when ready,” Sara said into the mike.
“Aye aye, XO, launching,” Ryan said, and Sara followed the captain out onto the wing. They stood in silence because to speak would have necessitated screaming above the wind, and they held on like grim death to the railing because otherwise the Sojourner Truth would have tossed them into the inflatable casting off below. The coxswain hit the throttle-all coxswains were speed demons; Sara thought it must be in the job description-and the small boat powered up and in spite of the heavy seas fell smoothly off the side of the ship and into a curving course toward the Lee Side.
“Who’s the coxswain?” the captain said.
“PO Mathis, sir,” Sara said.
The captain watched the small boat maneuver up a swell and down its backside and tackle the next without hesitation. The wind paused long enough for them to hear the sound of the engine throttling up and back and up again. “Nicely done,” the captain said.
“Yes, sir,” Sara said in complete agreement. The Sojourner Truth was lucky in its boat handlers. Coxswain Duane Mathis was as good as the chief in that respect. She watched the small boat labor up another wave. That was one hell of a boat ride she was missing out on.
The captain returned to the bridge, Sara following. “Resume course and speed, Chief.”
“Helm, resume course and speed,” Chief Edelen said.
“Resuming course and speed, aye.”
Inside, every available pair of binoculars was focused on the small boat as it approached the Lee Side, once more retreating astern. Everyone swayed shoulder to shoulder with the heave and fall of the deck. Sara, straining her eyes like everyone else, saw the orange blur against the dark hull start to move off. The radio blared into life. “Sojourner Truth, this is the boarding team. Boarding accomplished safely, all members on board.”
“Understood, boarding team.” Sara resisted the urge to ask questions, like where was the captain of the Lee Side and had he shot any of her BTMs yet.
The VHF chose this moment to erupt. “U.S. Coast Guard, U.S. Coast Guard, this is the fishing vessel Chugiak Rose, come in, Coast Guard, Coast Guard, come in.”
This skipper sounded considerably more excited than had the skipper of the Terra Dawn, and Ops replied in his most soothing voice, “Chugiak Rose, cutter Sojourner Truth, reading you five-by, go up to two-two.”
The skipper either didn’t hear Ops’ request or ignored him. “Coast Guard, Chugiak Rose, I’ve got an injured crewman who needs an immediate emergency medevac, I say again, I’ve got an injured crewman who needs an immediate emergency medevac.”
The aviators, standing in glum silence at the captain’s right hand, brightened.
“I don’t fucking believe this,” someone said.
“Belay that!” the captain barked.
The aviators looked at him, mute with longing.
“Chugiak Rose, cutter Sojourner Truth, what is the nature of the injury, I say again, what is the nature of the injury?”
“His right arm is hanging by a one-inch strip of skin.”
“Oh Christ,” someone said, and this time the captain let it slide.
“I’ve got a tourniquet around his upper arm but he’s lost a lot of blood. He’s unconscious and I think he’s in shock. Can you help us?”
“Chugiak Rose, Coast Guard, give us your lat and long,” Ops said. He had to ask for them again when the skipper’s voice stumbled so badly over the numbers the first time no one could understand what he was saying.
“Find them for us, Tommy,” Sara said.
“Aye aye, XO,” Tommy said, and bent over the radar screen. As usual, Tommy was so calm Sara had to quell the impulse to take her pulse to see if she was still breathing.
“Here they are,” Tommy said, straightening up so everyone crowded around could see the screen. Everyone moved when the captain came to take a look. The Chugiak Rose was three boats away in the opposite direction.
Sara looked at the captain. “Flight ops, Captain?”
He pressed his lips together, looked out the windows at the seas, and gave a reluctant nod. The aviators faces lit up like it was Christmas, and they vacated the bridge at speed. The captain nodded at Ops.
“Chugiak Rose, Coast Guard cutter Sojourner Truth, we are preparing to launch our helicopter to come to your aid. We will lower a basket for you to load your crewman into. Do you understand?”
“I understand, Sojourner, you are sending your helicopter to hoist off my crewman. Please get here as quick as you can.”
“Understood, Chugiak Rose. Tell me about your ship, length, masts, wires.”
Ensign Bob Ostlund at Helo Control piped flight ops over the loudspeaker and everyone’s hats came off.
“Boarding team to Sojourner Truth.”
“Go ahead, boarding team,” Sara said into the handheld.
“Yeah, XO, we’ve got the situation here contained.”
“Good to know. Everybody okay?”
“Yeah, pretty much.” Ryan sounded very casual, almost too much so, like he’d been smoking the same stuff the skipper of the Terra Dawn had. Sara looked at the captain and raised an eyebrow. He shook his head once, very slightly.
“Roger that, boarding team, we just got a SAR case off the third vessel northeast of you, personnel injury. How do you want to handle things there?”
“Sojourner Truth, boarding team, yeah, we noticed the change of course. The mate here is capable of taking the vessel back to Dutch. They say they’ll take the captain with them, under restraint.”
“Roger that, boarding team, stand by one.” Sara clicked off the mike and looked at the captain.
“We’ll launch the helo first, then pick up the boarding team,” Lowe said.
“Aye aye, sir,” Sara said, and relayed this information to Ryan.
“Aye aye, XO, standing by.”
“Stay sharp, we’ll be operating on the fly. A boat went down on the south side of St. George and their crew is in the water in life rafts.”
A burst of static was the answer. Sara thought it was probably just as well. She looked up at the video monitor and saw that the hangar had been rolled back and the deck crew was in the process of a heavy weather traverse. It was too rough to just roll it out. Every deck officer’s nightmare was that they’d lose the helo over the side, so they’d move the helo a foot, detach the forward two tie-downs, move it out another foot, reattach the forward tie-downs, detach the aft tie-downs, move it, reattach the aft tie-downs, and start the process all over again.