The propellers kicked up a murky looking cloud in the dark green water of the estuary.
The San Domino was alive, and ready to depart the shipyard.
I hadnít known it at the time, but she was now on a collision course with the CGC Bristow. More than three-thousand miles apart, the two ships were both sailing towards each other.
Of course, if you had told me what was going to happen to the San Domino after it chugged slowly across the bay and away from the shipyard, I wouldnít have been surprised.
Itís a hazard to navigation, I thought.