The boat’s direction changed, and soon the ship in the distance began to grow. Their direction left little doubt the yacht was their destination. The ship’s lines came into view, and Harold found himself drawn towards her.
She had the classic V-lines coming up from her bow. Harold loved the way the ship’s features became more modern towards her stern. A well-equipped array of radar, weather, and communication antennas sat midship above what he assumed was the bridge. Her white paint gleamed in the sunlight as Frank slowed the Kodiak.
“As you can see, she has four decks and is 190 feet long,” Garcia said.
Harold raised his hand and then repeatedly pushed down against the air. “Shhh.”
“Let me just enjoy this.”
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