Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean not far from an seemingly insignificant island, a small fleet of boats are silently rowing through fog and mist. Their destination, the quiet island covered in what looks like an impenetrable fog in front of them.
The boats were in a spread out V-formation, much like a flock of ducks during migration. The boat in the lead carried the forward elements of the team, Captain Thomas Conlin for whom the smell of the ocean and the salty taste of the water is something he will never forget. It may be another ocean on another side of the world, but it all taste the same to him.
Along with Thomas, he had Specialist Smith, one of the original members from boot camp, Corporal Higgins, the same Commando who challenged his authority back in the briefing room, and his las
