“Here we go,” said Alan.
Heather felt the steady vibration lurch forward and then lift them skyward. Once again, they were instantly over the water and circling the Gianna Maria.
Gianna Maria The sun was only halfway above the flat-water line to the east, with an intensity far too bright for Heather to look at. It cast a dazzling silver glare across a wide spectrum of the water.
It was much colder in the morning than it had been the afternoon before. Like Alan, Heather was clad in a dark blue flight suit, which somehow worked just well enough. Only her hands, which tightly clasped her camera, were at all chilly. Alan dropped the chopper low over the water, then began to hover slightly behind the seiner. He turned the craft so Heather was facing the enormous wake it left as it cr
