CHAPTER THIRTEEN
USS Halibut – Off the West Coast of Kamchatka
As I came on watch, I stopped to examine the chart. We had moved over 500 miles north, and were inside Shelikhov Bay, about halfway up the coast. We had been working our way slowly down the coast, looking closely for the illusive Do-Not-Anchor-Here sign that would signal the next phase of our little venture. It had now been over thirty days since I brought us around Kamchatka Point into the Sea of Okhotsk. Except for the encounter with Ognevoy, we had seen little traffic. It was the classic “endless hours of tedious boredom interrupted by moments of sheer panic,” and of those, we had had only Ognevoy.
It stormed more than not up here, so in the morning we generally could start as soon as it was sufficiently light to see the
