CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Floating Dry-dock – Apra Harbor
The Skipper had made it perfectly clear that he wasn’t going out again without the ability to put Halibut firmly on the bottom. No more hanging off mushroom anchors at the mercy of the weather, he had insisted.
I couldn’t have agreed more, and Ham was with me a hundred percent. We participated in several meetings that created the skids that finally got installed on our belly – all four of them, two under the bow and two by the stern. They were designed with a flat, broad bottom, a bit like skis. They extended out at a bit of an angle, and sufficiently far to hold the keel off the bottom. Initially, there was a question about the skid’s effect on our speed and stealth, but the Skipper quashed that with one – the Can absolutely limited
