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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