CHAPTER THIRTY
USS Halibut – Krusenstern Strait
Before the ping reverberations stopped ringing in our ears I issued the order. “Make your depth five-hundred feet – snappy!”
The Skipper stood up and grabbed the 1MC mike. “Open the outer doors on one and two,” he said over the 1MC.
“Sonar, how far away is the Whiskey?” On the intercom.
“Ten miles, but he’s accelerating, Sir.”
“Mac, bring up the plant right away. Push with everything you’ve got straight toward Chirinkotan.” He beckoned me over to the chart table and pointed at the westward most island of the nearby group. “As soon as you can clear the tip of Shiashkotan,” he pointed to the southern end of a barbell shaped island at the northern side of Krusenstern Strait, cut right into Ekarma Strait.”
“I get it,” Skipper. “We mask our
