Chapter 22The English Channel, 1945
Four hours after her encounter with the drifting mine, the Mary Deal was almost home. As the trawler crept through the fog, Andrew Douglas eventually breathed a minor sigh of relief as the ubiquitous sound of the foghorn positioned at the end of the small quay in the harbour of the tiny fishing village of his home at Mevagissey managed to claw its way through the all enveloping grey cloud finally reached his ears. He knew they were within reach of safety at last, and he called to his nephew, Johnny Baldwin to join him in the little trawler's wheelhouse.
“Listen lad, as soon as we tie up I want you to hop off and run as fast as you can to P.C. Pryde's house and tell him about that there mine.”
“Right you are, Uncle Andrew,” Johnny replied.
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