When we got to the top, there was a watertight steel door to the deck. You had to unscrew a wheel to release the latches. It squeaked loudly when King turned it, and I wished I had a can of WD-40. We waited a minute after he opened it a crack, but there was no activity on deck, so we stepped out.
The decks were light gray, and the upper works were white, clearly visible in the moonlight. We were about fifty feet aft of the superstructure. There were lights on in the middle decks, and a dim red glow came from the bridge, which made sense. Red light doesn’t destroy night vision, so it was used for the footlights and instruments.
We moved along the inside of the port bulwark, which was in shadow. When we were alongside the house, I got out the drone.
“Saga, can you fly past the bridge firs
