Chapter Eleven, Arch Patton: The Bering Sea
CHAPTER ELEVEN The High Cliffs of Russia Dutch moved the bottle of Bacardi back to his lips, runnels of tears falling from his cheeks. I pried the half-empty bottle out of his clenched hand. I propped it back into a cleft between two nearby rocks. “Stop blubbering and...Chapter Eight, Arch Patton: The Bering Sea
CHAPTER EIGHT The Pass of the Isle of the Tsar of Russia Instead of going to my own cabin, I headed directly down to Botany Bay’s number 36. There was something about the way in which the Basque woman had looked at me earlier, which was drawing me back. Don had stayed...Chapter Three, Arch Patton: The Bering Sea
I learned from Don, my bunkie and fellow de-frocked PhD, that the ship was never referred to as the “M/S World Discoverer.,” which was the name painted in black across her white prow