Chapter Thirteen
Damien had to help Jay stand up straight to get him onto the ladder. Finally, they all made it into the command room, where the skipper and the other officers were congregated.
‘What’s the haps, caps?’ Jay said, still a little wobbly.
‘We’re approaching Candon City,’ the skipper said. ‘West coast of the Philippines.’
DC nodded. ‘Good. That’s thirty nautical miles from base.’
‘Half a nautical mile from shore is the closest I can get ya’ll,’ the skipper said. ‘Maybe give us three meters of water under the keel, so you better make it snappy.’
‘You’ve done more than enough,’ DC said. ‘Thank you.’
‘Speaking of which,’ Damien said, ‘how do we … get out?’
‘Lockout trunk,’ DC said. ‘We have camo wetsuits and rebreathers for you. And a few waterproof rucksacks.’
‘We have t
