Chapter IX
"USS James E. Williams, Kerbal Ocean, 09:30 Hours"
The wind picked up as Kerbol rose over the ocean, making the waves glint with the warm light. 150 miles off the coast of the KSC sat a vessel, waves slowly lapping at the bow as it sat at rest. A man leaned over the railing, watching the swell with wonder. "The ocean is so beautiful in the morning," he thought. "At least not like last night." However, the sound of the Bosun's call brought him back to his job, and straightening his uniform coat, he briskly returned to the bridge."
"Helmsman on the bridge!"
"Aye!"
Saluting to the men inside the pilothouse he continued to the open 'spotting deck' outside the small enclosure. Procuring some binoculars, he began to scan the horizon. It was a pristine day, with Kerbol now rising in the distance, heating Lieutenant Commander Carson's cheek. Through his binoculars, he saw a small column of smoke in the distance. He quickly opened the door to the bridge and called out "Smoke, bearing North by Northeast!"
"Aye! Starboard 30 degrees, bring us up to all ahead flank!"
"Yes, sir! Starboard 30, all ahead flank!"
Two long blasts on the horn of the Destroyer indicated she was about to move.
"Weigh anchor. All crew in the mess to report to CIC."
"Aye, sir. Weigh anchor."
The large ship began to slowly move, with the hull creaking underwater. Little by little the USS James E. Williams set a course to intercept the smoke that Carson had noticed.
"CO off the bridge."
"Aye!"
Carson dashed down the ladder, expertly maneuvering between the metal staircases. Seven years in the Navy had made Carson familiar with every aspect of his ship, including routes between decks. As he slipped below the main deck and entered the enclosed level, he slowed his pace to a quick walk as he proceeded toward the Combat Information Center.
"CO on deck! Atten-hut!"
Carson saluted but then turned his attention to the Ensign on duty.
"Morning ensign. Talk to me."
"Hello, sir. So far we've determined that it's a large vessel, over fifty feet in length. Might be a yacht or a container vessel?"
"It's a possibility, but don't rule out anything. Here, give me that phone."
The young officer handed Carson the ship's phone, and he gave orders briskly.
"All hands to general quarters. I repeat, all hands to general quarters."
Carson gave a half salute to the Ensign, and then he left CIC, making his way stern-side to the helipad. After many salutes and lots of other sailors running to battle stations, he quickly popped into navigation.
"How's it going boys?"
"Actually sir, not good. Come here and look at this."
Carson made his way to the young Petty Officer's chart. "Well? What is it?"
"That's the funny thing, sir. Sonar is giving us a completely different depth reading. Our charts say that we're in a different location. I don't know what to make of it."
Carson rubbed his chin and then said "As long as we don't run aground, we'll be fine. Just keep us from the coast."
"Yes, sir!"
Carson ran up the ladder to the helipad, where the SH-60 sat lashed to the deck. Both pilots were just putting on their helmets as the deck crew began unlatching the helicopter. From the stern bridge, the officer on duty watched the takeoff procedures with intent.
Carson addressed the higher-ranking of the two pilots.
"Alright Jim, here's what I want you to do. There's smoke bearing away from us North by Northeast. I just want you to fly near there and see if you can make out what it is. Don't get too close.
"You got it, Carson. We'll do what we can."
Three Marines came on the flight deck with combat gear on and boarded the Seahawk. After that Jim and his female co-pilot climbed into the cockpit and began spinning the blades. Soon the aircraft was airborne, and Carson returned to the pilothouse.
"SH-60 Seahawk, Kerbal Ocean, 11:00 Hours."
Jim scanned the ocean below for the spotted ship. The sound of helicopter blades made a steady hum as the helicopter flew low over the water. The trio of Marines behind him sat on the edge and held rifles against their chest. Soon, Jim's co-pilot was able to spot smoke ahead of them with binoculars. "Jim, there! At 1:00 low. You might want to gain some altitude."
"Right, up we go."
The aircraft shot up quickly and the Marines had to hold onto the side as the ocean got smaller and smaller. "Hey, slow down the ascent! You almost made us fall!"
The ship got closer and closer, and Jim's face dulled. "Abort, abort, abort!"
He swung the helicopter around and jammed the throttle to full. In the back, he heard grunts of falling soldiers.
"Hey, what the hell man!"
"This is Jim. Stop the vessel and wait for me. The vessel is a warship."
The marines glanced at each other and one of them slammed the bolt on his rifle, engaging a round.
"Then we'll blow 'em up."
Jim sighed and continued towards the helipad. His co-pilot stayed in constant communication with the Destroyer, making sure that the helipad was cleared for them to touchdown. As the wheels touched the deck, the Marines scrambled out and jokingly said that they were happy to see a solid surface again. Jim's co-pilot shutdown the rotors while Jim ran towards CIC. He met Jim in the hall, and they both discussed the course of action.
"It's a Destroyer, Carson. I've never seen one that looks like this. Doesn't look American, Russian, Chinese, British...You get the idea."
Carson adjusted his collar and the two officers walked into CIC, which was a hub of activity, with sailors talking
"Officers on deck! Atten-Hu.." He was interrupted by Jim. "At ease."
Carson once again talked to the young Ensign on duty.
"We have a warship on scope. Not identified yet. We'll try to do that soon, but I need you to prepare a tomahawk and the main gun."
"Aye, sir. You have a bearing for us?"
Jim handed the officer a piece of paper.
Right in the middle of all this chaos, a Petty Officer dashed in holding a sea chart. "Sir! I have strange news."
Carson turned around, clearly frustrated. "Talk to me, sailor."
The young enlisted man cleared his throat. "I've never seen anything like this. It's like this part of the ocean doesn't...Exist. The depth readings and land masses here don't match up with anything else we have on record."
Carson nodded for Jim to come over. "Jim, do you think you could do a reconnaissance over this part of the water and see what you find? It shouldn't be too hard.
"Yeah, you got it Carson."
As the Lt. Commander left CIC and pondered everything that had happened that day, he tried to clear his head, even though he knew the next day would be even harder.