Forty-Three
Friday, May 27
USS Bougainville, Offshore from O‘ahu
Strange men Taffy had never seen before came to get her, Finn, Cleo, and Chico. They roughly hoisted them on slings and put them onto their little rubber boats. Axel stood on the dock, hands in his hair, speaking words she didn’t understand, and Jose rocked back and forth, mute, in obvious distress.
It was Jose’s anguish that Chico responded to the most. He made a distress whistle and began to call for his friend. Chico wanted Jose to get in the water with him. But Taffy could see that wasn’t going to happen.
Finn was the only one who didn’t put up much fuss. He was still tired from his injury, his old body trying to heal. He even still had the funny tube in his side that helped him breathe better. He didn't even make a
