CHAPTER THIRTEEN
MAKING WAY TO THE PRIBILOFS
Filipe brought the Zodiac close into the steel hull. Three adventurers—dirty, disheveled and nearly naked—in the bottom of the craft. My watch, the canvas bag, `and my jockey shorts were all I had saved from the island. Don and Dutch were in no better shape.
“Dutch,” I whispered forcefully, as we got closer to the opening. “You’ve got to get suited up and back down here as fast as you can. With some very heavy gloves, and maybe one of those loading hooks.” He stared back at me with uncomprehending eyes.
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Appears you are in demand every where aboard that ship. Can’t see the Russians being impressed with their island afire either. Now on pins and needles in another story of yours LOL.
Running arouond the Bering Sea sort of out of control and at the mercy of
fate. So many of my adventures were driven by outside forces and only marginally managed by me.
Thanks for the compliment and the reading…
Semper fi,
Jim