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"Mr. Garrett reports a surface target!!" Norman Kutas yelled to the captain. "Bearing one-seven-zero! Range five-five-double-ohh!"
They rushed to the starboard bridgewing and brought up their binoculars. A dark form was taking shape behind them as the squall dispersed. It was bows-on and listing to port. Smoke poured from amidships and slanted downwind. Even at this range, tiny figures were visible on the foredeck, wrestling with a fire hose.
"Ohh my god, Skipper!" Reynolds said. "Its... its Mahan! She's still afloat!"
"Barely," Dirk said, surprised to see the ship as well. "Come about!!"
Walker made a wide, slow turn to avoid having more water pour through her perforated sides. Once pointed at her sister, she sprinted to her. Everyone was at least secretly terrified by the prospect of turning back. But one man dressed in dark khaki, standing on the foredeck, silently cursed the ill luck that showed them Mahan. If they hadn't seen her, hadn't known she was there, they could have continued on. That would have salved his conscience—not seeing her—even if he knew she was there. But there she was, in obvious distress and at the moment with no enemy in sight. He fumed. Of course that upstart on the bridge would risk all their lives. He'd been safer in Surabaya! And the way he'd been treated was an outrage! He was an officer, by God, a fighter pilot! And to be forced to perform manual labor—and be physically threatened to do so—alongside common sailors was beyond the pale. Heads would roll for this, he decided. He had friends and he'd remember. Now if they could just go ! But there was Mahan , damn it. They were all going to die for the sake of a ship that was already doomed. He shoved an empty shell casing savagely over the side with his shoe. What Captain Kaufman didn't realize was that most of the destroyermen on DD-163 wouldn't have cared if Amagi still stood between them and their sister. They hadn't expected to last this long, and the deck was stacked against them whether they went back or ran away. They might as well die doing the right thing.
Connie glanced to Isaac and Adrian when they entered the room, then glanced at the bodies and sighed. "I know it's a grim duty, but I need some people to help get the dead out of here to make room for the living. Get some others to help you if you want, but I need the space cleared."
They rushed to the starboard bridgewing and brought up their binoculars. A dark form was taking shape behind them as the squall dispersed. It was bows-on and listing to port. Smoke poured from amidships and slanted downwind. Even at this range, tiny figures were visible on the foredeck, wrestling with a fire hose.
"Ohh my god, Skipper!" Reynolds said. "Its... its Mahan! She's still afloat!"
"Barely," Dirk said, surprised to see the ship as well. "Come about!!"
Walker made a wide, slow turn to avoid having more water pour through her perforated sides. Once pointed at her sister, she sprinted to her. Everyone was at least secretly terrified by the prospect of turning back. But one man dressed in dark khaki, standing on the foredeck, silently cursed the ill luck that showed them Mahan. If they hadn't seen her, hadn't known she was there, they could have continued on. That would have salved his conscience—not seeing her—even if he knew she was there. But there she was, in obvious distress and at the moment with no enemy in sight. He fumed. Of course that upstart on the bridge would risk all their lives. He'd been safer in Surabaya! And the way he'd been treated was an outrage! He was an officer, by God, a fighter pilot! And to be forced to perform manual labor—and be physically threatened to do so—alongside common sailors was beyond the pale. Heads would roll for this, he decided. He had friends and he'd remember. Now if they could just go ! But there was Mahan , damn it. They were all going to die for the sake of a ship that was already doomed. He shoved an empty shell casing savagely over the side with his shoe. What Captain Kaufman didn't realize was that most of the destroyermen on DD-163 wouldn't have cared if Amagi still stood between them and their sister. They hadn't expected to last this long, and the deck was stacked against them whether they went back or ran away. They might as well die doing the right thing.
Connie glanced to Isaac and Adrian when they entered the room, then glanced at the bodies and sighed. "I know it's a grim duty, but I need some people to help get the dead out of here to make room for the living. Get some others to help you if you want, but I need the space cleared."