p&c.icelimit-第72章
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Pushing the fury to the back of his consciousness； he concentrated on a mental calculation。 In the sixty…knot panteonero； the destroyer's windage would produce a two…knot drift； bine that with the two…knot easterly set of the current； and he had about one hour before his ship was thrust onto the reefs beyond Isla Deceit。
Behind him； he could feel the silence of his officers。 They were awaiting the orders to abandon ship。 They were going to be disappointed。
Vallenar took a breath； controlling himself with an iron will。 When he spoke to the officer of the deck； his voice was steady； without quaver。 〃Damage assessment； Mr。 Santander。〃
〃It is difficult to say； andante。 Both screws appear to be stripped。 Rudder damaged but functional。 No hull breach reported。 But the ship has lost headway and steerage。 We are dead in the water； sir。〃
〃Send two divers over the side。 Report specific damage to the screws。〃
This order was greeted with a deeper silence。 Vallenar turned； very slowly； raking the assembled officers with his eyes。
〃Sir； it will be death to send anyone overboard in this sea。〃 said the officer of the deck。
Vallenar held him in his gaze。 Unlike the others； Santander was relatively new to his mand： a mere six months spent here at the bottom of the world。 〃Yes；〃 said Vallenar； 〃I see the problem。 We cannot have that。〃
The man smiled。
〃Send a team of six。 That way； at least one should survive to plete the job。〃
The smile vanished。
〃That's a direct order。 Disobey； and you will be leading that team。〃
〃Yes； sir；〃 said the officer of the deck。
〃There is a large wooden crate in along the starboard side of Forward Hold C； marked ‘40 mm ordnance。' Inside is a spare screw。〃 Vallenar had prepared for many emergencies； the loss of a screw included。 Hiding spare parts aboard ship was a good way to get around the corrupt officials of the Punta Arenas Navy Yard。 〃After documenting the damage； you will cut what sections you need from the spare screw。 Divers will weld these sections to the damaged screws to give us propulsion。 We will be on the shoals of Isla Deceit in less than sixty minutes。 There will be no order given to abandon ship。 There will be no distress call。 You will either give me propulsion； or all hands will go down with the ship。〃
〃Yes； sir；〃 said the officer of the deck in a near whisper。 The looks of the other bridge officers betrayed what they thought of this desperate plan。 Vallenar ignored them。 He did not care what they thought： he cared only that they obeyed。 And for now； they were obeying。
Rolvaag；
7：55 A。M。
MANUEL GARZA stood on a narrow metal catwalk； peering down at the great red rock that lay far below him。 From this height it looked almost small： an exotic egg； sitting in a nest of steel and wood。 The webbing surrounding it was a fine piece of work： damn fine； perhaps the best thing he had done in his life。 Marrying brute strength to pinpoint precision had been remarkably difficult； a challenge that only someone like Gene Rochefort could appreciate。 Garza found himself sorry that Rochefort wasn't here to see it； beautiful engineering was one of the few things that had brought a smile to the man's pinched face。
The TIG welding crew had followed him down the access tunnel and were now stepping through the hatchway onto the catwalk； making a racket in their heavy rubber boots。 They were a colorful bunch： yellow suits and gloves； welding diagrams with individual jobs colored in red。
〃You've got your assignments；〃 Garza said。 〃You know what to do。 We need to lock that son of a bitch into place and we need to do it before the seas get any rougher。〃
The foreman gave Garza a mock salute。 Everyone seemed to be in high spirits； the meteorite was in the hold； the Chilean destroyer was out of the picture； and they were on their way home。
〃Oh； and one other thing。 Try not to touch it。〃
The men laughed at the little joke。 Someone made a crack about Timmer's ass achieving escape velocity； there was a reference to being mailed home in Tupperware containers。 But nobody moved toward the elevator cage leading to the bottom of the tank。 Garza could see that； despite the humor and the high spirits； there was a deep nervousness。 The meteorite might be safely in the Rolvaag； but it had lost none of its ability to inspire dread。
There was only one way to handle this： quickly。 〃Go to it；〃 Garza said； slapping the foreman on the back with an air of heartiness。
Without further delay； the men began stepping into the cage。 Garza almost stayed behind … after all； he could direct the entire operation better from the observation unit at the end of the catwalk … but decided that would be unseemly。 He stepped into the cage and slid the grating shut。
〃Into the belly of the beast； Mr。 Garza？〃 one man asked。
〃Gotta keep you jackasses out of trouble。〃
They descended to the bottom of the tank； where a series of metal beams had been laid across the keel rider； forming a floor。 Buttressing members ran from the cradle in all directions； distributing the weight of the meteorite toward all corners of the ship。 Following the directions on their welding diagrams； the men branched out； climbing along struts and disappearing into the plex lattice that surrounded the meteorite。 Soon they were all in place； but the tank remained silent for a long moment； it was as if； down here beside the rock； nobody wanted to be the first to begin。 And then the bright points of light began popping out in the dim space； casting crazy shadows as the welders fired up their equipment and went to work。
Garza checked the assignment list and the master diagram； satisfying himself that everybody was doing just what he was supposed to。 There was a faint chorus of sizzling as the TIG welders bit into the metal； fusing the cradle into place at a host of critical nodes。 He ran his gaze over the welders in turn。 It was unlikely some cowboy would get too close to the rock； but he made sure nonetheless。 Somewhere in the distance he could hear an occasional drip。 Searching idly for the source； he glanced at the longitudinal bulkheads rising sixty feet to the top of the tank； ribbed and worked like a metal cathedral。 Then he glanced down at the bottom girders。 The hull plates were wet。 No surprise there； under the circumstances。 He could hear the measured boom of surf along the hull； feel the gentle； slow…motion rolling of the ship。 He thought of the three membranes of metal that lay between him and the bottomless ocean。 It was a disquieting thought； and he pulled his gaze away； looking now at the meteorite itself； inside its webbed prison。
Although from down here it looked more imposing； it was diminished by the vastness of the tank。 Once again； he tried to prehend how something so small could weigh so much。 Five Eiffel towers packed into twenty feet of meteorite。 Curved； pebbled surface。 No scooped…out hollows like a normal meteorite。 Stunning； almost indescribable color。 He'd love to give his girlfriend a ring made out of that stuff。 And then his memory flashed back to the various chunks of the man named Timmer； laid out in the mand hut。 Nope； no ring。
He glanced at his watch。 Fifteen minutes。 The work was estimated to take twenty…five。 〃How's it going？〃 he called to the crew foreman。
〃Almost there；〃 the foreman called back； his voice echoing and distorted in the great tank。 Garza stood back and waited； feeling the ship rolling more heavily now。 The smell of cooking steel； tungsten； and titanium was strong in the air。
At last the TIG welders began snapping off as the welders finished their work。 Garza nodded。 Twenty…two minutes： not bad。 Just a few more critical welds and they'd be done。
Rochefort had designed things to keep those welds to a minimum。 Whenever possible； he'd kept things simple。 Less likely to fail。 He may have been a prig； but he was a damn good engineer。 Garza sighed as the ship began to roll again； wishing again Rochefort could have seen his plan bee real here in this tank。 Someone got killed on almost every job。 It was a little like war； better not to make too many friends。。。
He realized that the vessel was still rolling。 This is a big one； he thought。 There was a faint fl
