The turbines spooled up before reveille.
“This isn’t a pod of dolphins is it?” Captain Alvarez asked the Chief in CIC.
“No Captain, I believe this is the real deal,” replied Chief Richards confidentially.
“Well, let’s find out,” she said as she flooded the dark space with bright light from the water tight door she was opening to leave CIC.
The calm water allowed the Bristow to cut like a knife, quickly towards the fast moving craft ahead of them. And in the early morning hours, the whole glass-like ocean was a magenta reflection of the brilliant cloudless sky above.