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Shock Wave(172)

By:Clive Cussler


"I'll not promise the impossible," Toft came back sternly. "But if we can't make your schedule, it won't be for the lack of my engine-room people working themselves to death." He drained his glass and walked from she room, closing the door heavily behind him.

"I'm afraid you upset my chief engineer," Quick said to Sandecker. "A bit harsh, weren't you, laying the blame on him if we fail?"

Sandecker stared at the closed door thoughtfully. "The stakes are too high, Captain. I didn't plan it this way, certainly not for the burden to sit on Chief Toft's shoulders. But like it or not, that man holds the fate of every human being on the island of Oahu in his hands."



At 3:30 P.M. the following afternoon, a haggard and grimy Toft stepped into the wheelhouse and announced to Sandecker, Gunn and Captain Quick, "The bearings in the port shaft have been replaced. I can get us under way, but the best speed I can give you is five knots with a little edge to spare."

Sandecker pumped Toft's hand. "Bless you, Chief, bless you."

"What is the distance to the convergence site?" asked Quick.

"Eighty nautical miles," Gunn answered without hesitation, having worked the course out in his mind over a dozen times.

"A razor-edge margin," Quick said uneasily. "Moving at five knots, eighty nautical miles will take sixteen hours, which will put us on your site a few minutes before oh-eight hundred hours."

"Oh-eight hundred hours," Gunn repeated in a tone slightly above a whisper. "The precise time Yaeger predicted the convergence."

"A razor-thin margin," Sandecker echoed, "but Chief Toft has given us a fighting chance."

Gunn's face became drawn. "You realize, I hope, Admiral, that if we reach the area and are hit by the convergence, we all stand a good chance of dying."

Sandecker looked at the other three men without a change of expression. "Yes," he said quietly. "A very good chance."



Shortly after midnight, Pitt took his final sighting of the stars and marked his chart under the light of a half-moon. If his calculations were in the ballpark, they should be sighting Gladiator Island within the next few hours. He instructed Maeve and Giordino to keep a lookout ahead while he allowed himself the luxury of an hour's sleep. It seemed to him that he had barely drifted off when Maeve gently shook him awake.

"Your navigation was right on the button," she said, excitement in her tone. "The island is in sight."

"A beautiful job .of navigating, old buddy," Giordino congratulated him. "You beat your estimated time of arrival."

"Just under the wire too," Maeve said, laughing. "Dead leaves are beginning to fall off the sails."

Pitt stared into the night but only saw the splash of stars and moon on the sea. He opened his mouth to say he couldn't see anything when a shaft of light swung across the western horizon, followed by a bright red glow. "Your island has a beacon?" he asked Maeve.

"A small lighthouse on the rim of the southern volcano."

"At least your family did something to aid marine navigation."



Maeve laughed. "Thoughts of lost sailors never entered my great-grandfather's mind when he built it.

The purpose has always been to warn ships to steer clear of the island and not to come ashore."

"Have many vessels come to grief on the island's coast?"

She looked down at her hands and clasped them. "When I was little, Daddy often talked about ships that were cast on the rocks."

"Did he describe survivors?"

She shook her head. "There was never talk of rescue attempts. He always said that any man who stepped foot on Gladiator Island without an invitation had a date with Satan."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning, the badly injured were murdered and any able-bodied survivor was put to work in the mines until he died. No one has ever escaped from Gladiator to tell of the atrocities."

"You escaped."

"A lot of good it did the poor miners," she said sadly. "No one ever took my word over my family's.

When I tried to explain the situation to authorities, Daddy merely bought them off."

"And the Chinese laborers working the mines today? How many of them leave the island in one piece?"

Maeve's face was grim. "Almost all eventually die from the extreme heat in the bottom of the lower mine pits."

"Heat?" There was curiosity in Pitt's face. "From what source?"

"Steam vents through cracks in the rock."

Giordino gave Pitt a pensive look. "A perfect place to organize a union  ."

"I make landfall in about three hours," said Pitt. "Not too late to change our minds, skip the island and try for Australia."