Cussler returned to the junk's exposed wheel and slipped the engine into gear, tweaking the throttle slightly higher while nosing the bow farther toward midriver It took only a few minutes before the catamaran approached from downstream, pulling alongside and washing the junk in a flood of spotlights. Cussler slipped on a conical straw peasant's hat and hunched his tall frame low at the wheel.
Through the glare of the lights, he could see several men pointing automatic weapons at him. As the catamaran crept to within inches of the port beam, an unseen man on the bridge barked a question across through the boat's PA system. Cussler replied by shaking his head. Another command echoed across from the catamaran as the spotlights bounced about the junk. Cussler again shook his head, wondering whether the waterlogged coil of rope and wet pairs of footprints across the deck would be detected. For several long minutes, the catamaran held steady at the junk's side as if waiting to board. Then, with a sudden blast of its engines, the catamaran roared away, resuming its river search closer to shore.
Cussler guided the junk down the last vestiges of the Han River until its waters were swallowed by the Yellow Sea. As the sea-lanes opened and the potential for nearby water traffic fell away, Cussler punched a handful of electronic controls at the helm. Hydraulic winches began to whir as lines were pulled and yards were raised, pulling the traditional red, square-shaped lug sails of a classic junk to the peak of the main- and mizzenmasts. Cussler manually tied off the out haul lines and then powered off the small diesel motor. The old junk now leaped through the waves under the graceful power of its sails.
"You've got a beautiful vessel," Dirk said, emerging from belowdecks dressed in jeans and a polo shirt. Summer followed him onto the deck, clad in an oversized pair of coveralls and a man's work shirt.
"The standard Chinese merchant ship that dates back almost two thousand years," Cussler replied. "This one was built in Shanghai in 1907 for a wealthy tea trader. She's made entirely from a hard teakwood called "Takien Tong." She's extremely durable and surprisingly seaworthy."
"Where did you find her?" Summer asked.
"A friend of mine found her abandoned in a Malaysian boatyard and decided to refurbish her. Took him six years to complete the job. After he grew bored with sailing, I traded him a few antique cars for her. Plan to cruise the Asian Pacific in her. Started in Japan and am going to work my way down to Wellington."
"You sail her by yourself?" Summer asked.
"She's been modified with a strong diesel engine and hydraulic lifts for the lug sails which are linked to a computerized automatic pilot. She's a breeze to manage, and can, in fact, sail herself."
"Do you have a satellite phone aboard?" Dirk asked.
"Afraid not. A ship-to-shore radio is the best I can offer you. I didn't want any phone calls or Internet messages bothering me on this cruise."
"Understandable. Where are you headed, and, for that matter, where are we located now?" he asked.
Cussler pulled out a marine navigation chart and held it under the weak light of the helm console. "We're entering the Yellow Sea about forty miles northwest of Seoul. I take it you aren't interested in staying aboard till Wellington?" he grinned, running an index finger across the chart. "How about Inchon?" he continued, tapping the map. "I can drop you there in about eight hours. I believe there's a U.S. Air Force base located somewhere near there."
"That would be great. Anywhere we can find a phone and get ahold of someone at NUMA headquarters."
"NUMA," Cussler said, mulling over the word. "You're not from that NUMA ship that sank southwest of Japan?"
"The Sea Rover. Yes, we are. How did you know about that?" Summer asked.
"It was all over CNN. I saw them interview the captain. Told how the crew was rescued by a Japanese freighter following an explosion in the engine room."
Dirk and Summer stared at each other in disbelief.
"Captain Morgan and the crew are alive?" she finally blurted.
"Yes, that was the fellow's name. I thought he said the whole crew was rescued."
Summer retold the story of their attack on the ship and abduction by Kang's men and their uncertainty over the fate of their crew members.
"I suspect there's more than a few people out there looking for you," Cussler said. "You're safe for now. There's some sandwiches and beer in the galley. Why don't you two grab a bite and get some rest. I'll wake you when we reach Inchon."
"Thank you. I'll take you up on that," Summer replied, heading belowdecks.
Dirk lingered a moment, standing at the rail and watching the first glimmer of daybreak attempt to paint the eastern horizon. As he contemplated the events of the past three days, a hardened resolve surged through his exhausted body. By some miracle, the Sea Rover's crew had survived the sinking of the NUMA research ship. But Kang still had blood on his hands, and the stakes were now dramatically higher. If what Kang had told them was true, then millions of lives were at risk. The madman would have to be stopped, he knew, and quick.
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Sea Launch platform Odyssey and airship Icarus
June 16, 2007 Long Beach, California
Though it was A cool, damp Southern California morning, Danny Stamp could feel the sweat beginning to drip from his underarms. The veteran engineer was as nervous as a teenager on prom night awaiting his first make-out session. But as those who knew him could affirm, he always felt this way when his baby was on the move.
No diaper-clad infant, his baby today was a 209-foot Zenit-3SL liquid-fuel rocket that was in the delicate process of being transferred to its launch platform. The roundish and slightly balding launch vehicle director peered purposefully over the railing of a large ship's superstructure as the $90 million rocket he was responsible for inched into view below his feet. As the huge white cylinder rolled slowly out of its horizontal berth on a centipede like cradle, Stamp's eyes were drawn to the large blue letters emblazoned on the rocket's housing that read sea launch.
Incorporated in the nineteen nineties, Sea Launch was an international commercial venture formed to provide rocket-launch services a *