“Now come on Carole, you know very well I've got a wife, a mortgage and three credit cards to support.”
The group enjoyed a quiet laugh on the steps of the Hope and Anchor, and as the taxi's rear lights disappeared from view, Ross and Drake made their way to their rooms, both phoning their respective spouses before going to bed, ready for a good night's sleep and a busy day in the morning.
* * *
“You were right, Brian,” Ross observed as the helicopter that had picked them up from Falmouth neared the Royal Fleet Auxiliary Vessel, Whitehaven Castle. “She's certainly an ugly duckling, that's for sure.”
“Ugly maybe, but from what we've seen she's a hell of a ship,” Brian Jones said with clear admiration in his voice. The Westland Lynx Mk8 banked slightly to port, giving the passengers a be
