Aboard FV Flying Fish, Peleliu Waters
“Something wonky here, Mate.” Josh Watkins pulled back on the throttles keeping just enough turns on the boat’s powerful engines to hold position against the current streaming along the outer edges of Peleliu’s western coral reef. As Mike Stokey joined him beside the wheel in the elevated cockpit, Watkins pointed toward the Camp Beck Docks about five hundred meters off their port beam. “All the local boats are tied up when they should be out here fetching supper.”
Stokey reached for a pair of 7x50 binoculars hanging from a bulkhead hook and swept the dock area. “Not all of them, Chopper. There’s some guy headed our way in an outrigger and it looks like he’s trying to get your attention.”
Watkins took the glasses and focused on the boat. “That’s Des.
