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My； what big eyes you have； and how your voice has changed； Grandma。〃
〃Say again； NUMA。〃
〃Not even a credible effort。〃 Pitt laughed。 〃Rich Little you ain't。〃 He looked over at Giordino。 〃We've got a ic impersonator on our party line。〃
〃I think you better give him our position；〃 Giordino said with more than a trace of cynicism in his voice。
〃Right you are。〃 Pitt nodded。 〃Deep Fathom； this is NUMA。 Our position is just south of the Magic Castle between Jungleland and the Pirates of the Caribbean。〃
〃Please repeat your position；〃 came the voice of the flustered mercenary who had broken in on Pitt's call to Stucky。
〃What's this； a radio mercial for Disneyland？〃 Stucky's familiar voice popped over the speaker。
〃Well； well； the genuine article。 What took you so long to answer； Stucky？〃
I was listening to what my alter ego had to say。 You guys landed in Chiclayo yet？〃
〃We were sidetracked and decided to head home；〃 said Pitt。 〃Is the skipper handy？〃
〃He's on the bridge playing Captain Bligh； lashing the crew in an attempt to set a speed record。 Another knot and our rivets will start falling out。〃
〃We do not have a visual on you。 Do you have us on radar？〃
〃Affirmative；〃 answered Stucky。 〃Change your heading to two…seven…two magnetic。 That will put us on a converging course。〃
〃Altering course to two…seven…two；〃 Giordino acknowledged。
How far to rendezvous？〃 Pitt asked Stucky。
〃The skipper makes it about sixty kilometers。〃
〃They should be in sight soon。〃 Pitt looked over at Giordino。 〃What do you think？〃
Giordino stared woefully at the fuel gauges； then at the instrument panel clock。 The dial read 10：47 A。m。 He couldn't believe so much had happened in so little time since he and Pitt had responded to the rescue appeal by the imposter of Doc Miller。 He swore it took three years off his life expectancy。
〃I'm milking her for every liter of fuel at an airspeed of only forty klicks an hour；〃 he said finally。 〃A slight tailwind off the shore helps； but I estimate we have only another fifteen or twenty minutes of flight time left。 Your guess is as good as mine。〃
〃Let us hope the gauges read on the low side；〃 said Pitt。 〃Hello； Stucky。〃
〃I'm here。〃
〃You'd better prepare for a water rescue。 All predictions point to a wet landing。〃
〃I'll pass the word to the skipper。 Alert me when you ditch。〃
〃You'll be the first to know。〃
〃Good luck。〃
The helicopter droned over the tops of the rolling swells。 Pitt and Giordino spoke very little。 Their ears were tuned to the sound of the turbines； as if expecting them to abruptly go silent at any moment。 They instinctively tensed when the fuel warning alarm whooped through the cockpit。
〃So much for the reserves；〃 said Pitt。 〃Now we're flying on fumes。〃
He looked down at the deep cobalt blue of the water only 10 meters （33 feet） beneath the belly of the chopper。 The sea looked reasonably smooth。 He figured wave height from trough to crest was less than a meter。 The water looked warm and inviting。 A power…off landing did not appear to be too rough； and the old Mi…8 should float for a good sixty seconds if Giordino didn't burst the seams when he dropped her in。
Pitt called Shannon to the cockpit。 She appeared in the doorway； looked down at him； and smiled faintly。 〃Is your ship in sight？〃
〃Just over the horizon； I should think。 But not close enough to reach with the fuel that's left。 Tell everybody to prepare for a water landing。〃
〃Then we do have to swim the rest of the way；〃 she said cynically。
〃A mere technicality；〃 said Pitt。 〃Have Rodgers move the life raft close to the passenger door and be ready to heave it in the water as soon as we ditch。 And impress upon him the importance of pulling the inflation cord after the raft is safely through the door。 I for one do not want to get my feet wet。〃
Giordino pointed dead ahead。 〃The Deep Fathom。〃
Pitt nodded as he squinted at the dark tiny speck on the horizon。 He spoke into the radio mike。 〃We have you on visual； Stucky。〃
〃e to the party；〃 answered Stucky。 〃We'll open the bar early just for you。〃
〃Heaven forbid；〃 said Pitt； elaborately sarcastic。 〃I don't imagine the admiral will take kindly to that suggestion。〃
Their employer； chief director of the National Underwater and Marine Agency； Admiral James Sandecker； had a regulation etched in stone banning all alcoholic spirits from NUMA vessels。 A vegetarian and a fitness nut； Sandecker thought he was adding years to the hired help's life span。 As with prohibition in the nineteen twenties； men who seldom touched the stuff began smuggling cases of beer on board or buying it in foreign ports。
〃Would you prefer a hearty glass of Ovaltine？〃 retorted Stucky。
〃Only if you mix it with carrot juice and alfalfa sprouts〃
〃We just lost an engine；〃 announced Giordino conversationally。
Pitt 's eyes darted to the instruments。 Across the board； the needles of the gauges monitoring the port turbine were flickering back to their stops。 He turned and looked up at Shannon。 〃Warn everyone that we'll impact the water on the starboard side of the aircraft。〃
Shannon looked confused。 〃Why not land vertically？〃 〃If we go in bottom first； the rotor blades settle； strike the water； and shatter on a level with the fuselage。 The whirling fragments can easily penetrate the cabin's skin； especially the cockpit； resulting in the loss of our intrepid pilot's head。 ing down on the side throws the shattered blades out and away from us。〃
〃Why the starboard side？〃
〃I don't have chalk and a blackboard；〃 snapped Pitt in exasperation。 〃So you'll die happy； it has to do with the directional rotation of the rotor blades and the fact the exit door is on the port side。〃
Enlightened； Shannon nodded。 〃Understood。〃
〃Immediately after impact；〃 Pitt continued； 〃get the students out the door before this thing sinks。 Now get to your seat and buckle up。〃 Then he slapped Giordino on the shoulder。 〃Take her in while you still have power；〃 he said as he snapped on his safety harness。
Giordino needed no coaxing。 Before he lost his remaining engine； he pulled back on the collective pitch and pulled back the throttle on his one operating engine。 As the helicopter lost its forward motion from a height of 3 meters above the sea； he leaned it gently onto the starboard side。 The rotor blades smacked the water and snapped off in a cloud of debris and spray as the craft settled in the restless waves with the awkward poise of a pregnant albatross。 The impact came with the jolt of a speeding car hitting a sharp dip in the road。 Giordino shut down the one engine and was pleasantly surprised to find the old Mi…8； Hip…C floating drunkenly in the sea as if she belonged there。
〃End of the line！〃 Pitt boomed。 〃Everyone the hell out！〃
The gentle lapping of the waves against the fuselage came as a pleasant contrast to the fading whine of the engines and thump of the rotor blades。 The pungent salt air filled the stuffy interior of the partment when Rodgers slid open the passenger door and dropped the collapsible twenty…person life raft into the water。 He was extra careful not to pull the inflation cord too soon and was relieved to hear the hiss of pressed air and see the raft puff out safely beyond the door。 In a few moments it was bobbing alongside the helicopter； its mooring line tightly clutched in Rodgers's hand。
〃Out you go；〃 Rodgers yelled； herding the young Peruvian archaeology students through the door and into the raft。
Pitt released his safety harness and hurried into the rear cabin。 Shannon and Rodgers had the evacuation running smoothly。 All but three of the students had climbed into the raft。 A quick examination of the aircraft made it clear she couldn't stay afloat for long。 The clamshell doors were buckled from the impact just enough to allow water to surge in around the seams。 Already the floor of the fuselage was beginning to slant toward the rear； and the waves were sloshing over the sill of the open passenger door。
〃We haven't much time；〃 he said； helping Shannon into the raft。 Rodgers went next and then he turned to Giordino。 〃Your turn； Al。〃
Giordino would have none of it。 〃Tradition of the sea。 All walking wounded go first。〃
Before Pitt could protest； Giordino shoved him out the door； and then followed as the water swept over his ankles。 Breaking out the raft's paddles； they pushed clear of the helicopter as its long tail boom dipped into the waves。 Then a large swell surged through the open passenger door and the helicopter slipped backward into the uncaring sea。 She disappeared with a faint gurgle and a few ripples； her shattered rotor blades being the last to go； the stumps slowly rotating from the force of the current as if she were descending to the seafloor under her own power。 The water surged through her open door and she plunged under the waves to a final landing on the seafloor。
No one spoke。 They all seemed saddened to see the helicopter go。 It was as if they all suffered a personal loss。 Pitt and Giordino were at home on the water。 The others； suddenly finding themselves floating on a vast sea； felt an awful sense of emptiness coupled with the dread of helplessness。 The latter feeling was particularly enhanced when a shark's fin abruptly broke the water and ominously began circling the raft。
〃All your fault；〃 Giordino said to Pitt in mock exasperation。 〃He's homed in on the scent of blood from your leg wound。〃
Pitt peered into the transparent water； studying the sleek shape as it passed under the raft； recognizing the horizontal stabilizerlike head with the eyes mounted like aircraft wing lights on the tips。 〃A hammerhead。 No more than two and a half meters long。 I shall ignore him。〃
Shannon gave a shudder and moved closer to Pitt and clutched his arm。 〃What if he decides to take a bite out of the raft and we sink？〃
Pitt shrugged。 〃Sharks seldom find life rafts appetizing。〃
〃He invited his pals for dinner；〃 said Giordino； pointing to two more fins cutting the water。
Pitt could see the beginnings of panic on the faces of the young students。 He nestled into a fortable position on the bottom of the raft； elevated his feet on the upper float； and closed his eyes。 〃Nothing like a restful nap under a warm sun on a calm sea。 Wake me when the ship arrives。〃
Shannon stared at him in disbelief。 〃He must be mad。〃
Giordino quickly sized up Pitt's scheme and settled in。 〃That makes two of us。〃
No one knew quite how to react。 Every pair of eyes in the raft swiveled from the seemingly dozing men from NUMA to the circling sharks and back again。 The panic slowly subsided to uneasy apprehension while the minutes crawled by as if they were each an hour long。
Other sharks joined the predinner party； but all hearts began filling with newfound hope as the Deep Fathom hove into view； her bows carving the water in a spray of foam。 No one on board knew the old workhorse of NUMA's oceanographic fleet could drive so hard。 Down in the engine room the chief engineer； August Burley； a powerfully built man with a portly stomach； walked the catwalk between the ship's big diesels； closely observing the needles on the rpm gauges； which were hard in the red； and listening for any signs of metal fatigue from the overstressed engines。 On the bridge； Captain Frank Stewart gazed through binoculars at the tiny splash of orange against the blue sea。
〃We'll e right up on them at half speed before reversing the engines；〃 he said to the helmsman。
〃You don't want to stop and drift up to them； Captain？〃 asked the blond； ponytailed man at the wheel。
〃They're surrounded by a school of sharks；〃 said Stewart。 〃We can't waste time with caution。〃 He stepped over and spoke into the ship's speaker system。 〃We'll approach the survivors on the port side。 All available hands prepare to bring them aboard。〃
It was a neat bit of seamanship。 Stewart stopped the ship within 2 meters of the life raft with only a slight wash。 Several crewmen stared down and waved； leaning far over the railing and bulwark to shout greetings。 The boarding ladder had been lowered and a crewman stood on the lower platform with a