Island
Paradise
Gail M. R.
He
returned her smile,
A gesture
meant for now,
Somehow it
encompassed much more.
It
traversed time itself,
Traveling
into the past,
Who they
had been.
Drawing it
forward,
Placing it
in the present,
Who they
are at this moment,
In this
place, to each other,
The love
their hearts shared now.
Propelling
it all, speeding towards the future,
The
promise of a future yet to be.
~~~~~~
Abby climbed the rungs of
the well-worn metal ladder; she lifted herself out of the large mammal pool,
reaching the paved walkway dripping wet, leaving behind swimming in the clear
water, two extremely disappointed, grey bottle nose dolphins.
“Abby, there’s a phone call
for you. It’s from the Nelson Institute; it’s an Admiral Harriman Nelson,
sounds important.”
“Thanks, Marian.” Abby toweled
off, mopping away the water streaming down her two tone blue and black wet
skin, before entering the small cramped office.
Wet fingers firmly grasped the
phone, struggling not to drop the device, now made slippery by her damp hand.
“Yes, this is Abigail Griffith,
yes, Admiral. Of course I’m interested. It’s a wonderful opportunity. Yes, I can be ready in four hours. Picking me
up from the Center is fine. May I ask what equipment I will need? Oh, yes,
excellent. Yes...yes, thank you.
“What was that all about?”
Marian stood leaning on the doorframe, her expression bursting with curiosity.
“Oh!” Abby startled, looking
up, her thoughts far away, distractedly replacing the phone to its cradle.
“That's if, I’m not prying?”
Marian’s interest being evident.
“That was thee, Harriman
Nelson, head of the Institute in Santa Barbara, he asked me to consult on a
mysterious die off of whales. Seaview discovered them on its way to Pearl….the
sub’s out there now.” Her statement filled with
disbelief. “He wants me…! A car’s been arranged to pick me up at one, it’s
taking me to a private plane at Hilo, where I will be flown to Pearl. Captain
Lee Crane will meet me to fly me out to Seaview.”
“Consulting for the NIMR,
that’s a huge deal, who recommended you?”
“He didn’t say, and yet he seems aware of my research.” Her mind drifted
off again, attempting to absorb the situation.
“Abby, you better get started if they’re picking you up at one. I’ll…
um… take care of everything here.” Marian insisted.
“Can you cancel or reschedule
all my appointments?”
“Yes, of course. When will you
be back?”
“Don’t know…I’ll try to call.”
“In any case, don’t worry, I’ll
handle everything, just get going, you haven’t much time.”
“You’re absolutely right!”
Taking a quick glance down at her watch. “No time for wool gathering or
questions.” Rushing from the office to change.
“Now what will I need?” Her words floated in the air as her form
retreated down the concrete pathway.
<<><>>
“Doctor Griffith.” Captain Lee
Crane called across the bustling corridors of the crowded military base. An
attractive youthful woman turned at her name. Sunlight from the tall plate
windows spilled down her white tee that peeked out of her blue denim shirt and
indigo jeans.
“You must be Captain Crane.” Traversing the few steps to his position, extending
her hand, a tall dark attractive officer paused before her, outfitted in a pale
khaki military uniform, sporting a black leather jacket trimmed with impressive
gold and black epaulets. “Admiral Nelson informed me you were my ride out to
the Seaview.”
“Yes, Doctor,” Crane lightly
caught her grip in response, his expression bright with amusement. “May I take
your bag?”
“Oh, yes, of course.” As she
handed over her single case, “Is it true Seaview’s lab is equipped with what I
require to conduct my testing?”
“Yes, Doctor, we are fully outfitted,
everything you could need. This way doctor, please, follow me.”
They exited the building, moving through to
bright sunlight, stepping into a small secure location on the base. Doctor
Griffith’s dark eyes enlarged at her first glimpse of the bright yellow
submersible. The intense afternoon light shown, gleaming off its vibrantly
colored surface. Abby raised her palm shielding her eyes. “Is that what I think
it is…the famous flying sub?”
“Yes,
Doctor, FS1 at your service.” A deep grin swept across Lee’s features tinged
with humor and a degree of pride.
“Is it
true it can fly and submerge?” Striving to comprehend the concept as she took
in the vessel’s unusual stingray shape.
“Yes,
she’s capable of both. At maximum flight speed she can achieve Mach two. Our return flight will take us approximately
four hours in order to reach Seaview,” as the Captain escorted her aboard the
small craft. Stowing Doctor Griffith’s bag, Crane assisted her with the chairs
restraint harness in the co-pilot’s position before he assumed the pilot’s
seat.
Lee
Crane, ran down the standard check list, tested all ship’s controls, preparing
to pilot the flying sub on the return journey to the SSRN Seaview, the Nelson
Institute’s main research vessel after picking up Doctor Abigail Griffith,
marine biologist and cetacean specialist based on the main island of Hawaii.
Admiral Harriman Nelson contacted her in an effort to investigate a mass die
off of Humpback whales. Seaview stumbled upon a huge graveyard of the dead
mammals, along the whale’s migration route as they made their way to the water
surrounding the island of Maui. Nelson wished to enlist her expert help when he
was unsuccessful in determining the whales’ cause of death.
Moments later, FS1 lifted off the military runway. The intense sound of
turbo engines increased in frequency, as the whine filled the cabins
atmosphere. They ascended quickly joining the clouds in the bright blue of the
afternoon sky, rapidly leaving the busy military base behind. Heading for the
open sea, the ship rapidly reached her cruising altitude and speed. The din
from the engines became a throbbing hum in the background as well as a light
vibration pulsing under their feet.
<<><>>
“We have an extended flight
ahead of us, Doctor Griffith, so you may as well settle in, enjoy the scenery.”
“Please, call me Abby, Captain;
Doctor Griffith sounds old and stiff.” Doctor Griffith a petite young woman
with short dark wavy hair, lids with their fringe of long dark feathery lashes,
lifted to reveal deep brown eyes; her skin with its olive tint appeared smooth
and tanned from working in the sun. She looked at Lee as he flashed a bright
beautiful smile.
“Okay, Abby, it is, I’m Lee.”
Crane realized if he wasn’t careful, he could get lost in those dark chocolate
pools.
“So, Lee, what do we do for the
next four hours?”
“Well, tell me about your work.
What do you do at the Mammal Stranding Center in Hawaii?”
“Are
you sure I won’t bore you to death?”
“No not
at all, Doctor--sorry--Abby.” Abby dropped into a short recitation of her job
and her work.
“As I’m
sure you’re aware, we treat all types of mammals, from small to large. Many are
found suffering from disease. I am sorry to say from human carelessness
and…pollution. My research is in diseases stemming from environmental
contamination. We see far too many sea creatures wash up on beaches wrapped in
plastic and fishing lines, it’s very sad and disgusting. People’s casual
disregard for what’s thrown in our oceans, it’s taking innocent lives. That
alone prompted my initial investigation...” Abby’s voice lowered trailing off;
realizing how angry she began to sound. “Oh, sorry, I do get carried away.”
“Don’t apologize. It’s refreshing
to hear someone so passionate about their work. That’s to be commended-the
dedication I mean.”
A wave of blinking lights, soft
beeps and pings broke the conversation; the craft’s control panels clearly
displaying a warning.
“Captain,
what’s the trouble?”
“It
seems there is a tropical depression up ahead.” Dark angry clouds loomed in the
distance. “The meteorology information I obtained out of Pearl, never issued a
report containing any significant weather disturbances, definitely nothing like
this...”
“A storm?” Abby ask, concerned. Through the
viewport, she perceived the all too threatening scene, as the ship drew closer
to the dark patch of sky up ahead. “How big?” Abby knew in this part of the
world tropical storms moved fast as well as becoming dangerous and deadly.
Lee
ran his fingers skillfully over a number of switches and dials in an effort to
ascertain the exact dimensions and strength of the storm front. “According to
these readings, the storm is massive; it’s far up into the atmosphere, we
haven’t a chance of flying over a system that large. I’ll need to plot a new
course to go around.”
FS1 continued to close the
distance between the ship and the impending storm. Concentrating on the vessels
onboard navigation computer system Crane manipulated the controls, endeavoring
to find a new heading and course around the weather system. Satisfied with the
results, he switched to the radio panel. Fingering the transducer at his
throat. “This is FS1 calling Seaview, come in Seaview.”
“This is Seaview, we read you
FS1.”Sparks, the radio officer, answered quickly.
“Sparks, patch me through to the
Admiral.”
“Aye, sir. Patching you through.
Go ahead Skipper.”
“Lee, what’s the trouble?” Worry edged into Nelson’s voice.
“Admiral, we are headed into a
substantial weather system; it descended on us rapidly, no prior warning, we
have to divert our course, skirt around the system. When we are closer to your
position, I’ll submerge and rendezvous with Seaview.”
“Very good, Lee, stay in contact.” Nelson now
regretted relenting to Lee’s contention to fly alone. Replaying their
conversation in his thoughts. ‘Admiral, we’re so close to Pearl, seas are
calm, the weather’s good, I’ll be fine. What could happen? Yes, indeed,
what could happen? One should never tempt fate but at the time it seemed a
reasonable request.’ Be cautious-don’t take any chances.” Nelson urged.
“Admiral, understood, we won’t.
I’ll be in radio contact hourly. I am sending you our position and projected
course. Crane out.”
With the new course plotted, FS1
veered off in an effort to avoid the worst of the large weather front. Moments
later the Flying Sub bucked slightly as it bounded in the turbulent air. The
ship was battered by the heavy winds; they hammered the small submersible even
on the edge of the intense system. Crane
was having difficulty controlling the craft. The Captain had successfully
piloted FS1 through numerous weather conditions but this system became a
particularly difficult challenge.
“Hang on; we’re in for a rough
ride. Sorry.”
Abby found her muscles tighten, gripping the
base of the black leather seat, fingers pressing deep into the cushioning.
More
than an hour later, the ship barely staying in the air, the Captain considered
submerging to ride out the storm, when their senses were assaulted by a
thunderous crack, brutally vibrating the ship, instantly activating a torrent
of ear splitting alarms, the sounds scored the air surrounding its occupants. The
starboard plane started to dip, pitching towards the ocean surface as sparks
flew from control panels and circuits shorted out filling the cabin with an
acrid smoke. Crane hit the emergency power controls, causing the emergency
lighting to flicker on. It bathed the cabin in a diffused red glow, then they
quickly winked out. It immediately resulted in a complete power failure.
“We’ve lost attitude control and
gyro stabilizers, power levels are dropping, hold tight, we’re going down.
Brace yourself.” Crane tensed at the controls, utilizing all his strength the
whole while splitting his attention scanning the area for a relatively safe
place to ditch the sturdy vessel.
Crane sighted an island not too far in the distance.
“There’s a tiny group of islands
close on the horizon, I’m going to aim for the shore line, don’t want to come
down in the open sea.” Crane strained at the controls steering the ship towards
the shallows of a sandy white beach. They plunged into the blue water with a
deafening shudder, throwing the cabins occupants around despite the seat
restraints. With a jarring blow, the craft came to an abrupt halt along the
shoreline of the largest island.
“Doctor…you all right, are you
hurt?”
“Don’t think so… a bit shaken.”
Taking a deep breath in relief. “You?”
“I’m okay.” Surveying the smoke
filled cabin. “Well, we’re in one piece.” Abby heard a shade of satisfaction in
his tone.
Lee hit the release on the
pilot’s seat, standing ready to assess the damage. Crane inspected several control boards,
flipping switches in an attempt to induce a reaction from the engines. He
opened several panels, examining the burnt wreckage finding the power and
communications circuits had shorted out along with the emergency beacon.
“Well,” he said with disgust, “the
systems are dead, no power, no communication.”
“Can they be repaired?”
“Main power, no, but I can work on
communications as well as our emergency beacon. Those circuits aren’t a total
loss. Back up batteries are functional, at least for a time.” Crane closed the
useless systems control panel, shutting down the battery outputs in order to
conserve what power remained.
“What did we hit?”
“More like what hit us. We’re
insulated from most electrical charges including lightning…” his words trailing
off into thought. “I don’t know, it shouldn’t have happened.”
“Well, what’s next, I suppose
we’re stranded?”
“Yes, Doctor, it seems we are.”
“Are there any emergency
supplies?”
Well,
yes, we have emergency packs stowed aboard.” Crane opened storage cabinets near
the deck pulling out water resistant containers.
“What do we have?”
“Food rations, canteens of water,
an emergency medical kit and blankets. We’ll still need to find fresh water and
possibly food. We’ll have to explore the island a bit.”
“Could it be dangerous?”
Crane used a key to open a
locked cabinet. “We do have the ability to protect ourselves.” Crane produced
two holsters; they snugly enfolded a pair of semi-automatic pistols. “Just in
case.” Lee gave her his best grim expression, returning one weapon to the
compartment before securing the door.
Cracking the top hatch a wave of
hot humid air assaulted them as they climbed through.
Lee Crane exited first, assisted
Abby, helping her to negotiate the steep angles of the vessel’s yellow
exterior, eventually landing them onto the wet sandy surface of the island’s
shore.
Abby absentmindedly walked to the
water’s edge. The storm cast a shadow over the restless ocean waves. Her rich
black lashes concealed the downcast expression that had formed in her eyes,
arms wrapped tightly about her chest.
Crane
watched, troubled by her mood. “You okay?” He enquired gently, biting the side
of his lip.
“Oh…Yes!” She started uneasily. “I
guess… Do you think they will find us—Seaview, I mean?”
“Yes, of course.” Asserting
confidence, “It’s only a matter of time. They had a fix on our last position,
but it may be a few days. If I can repair communications it will be sooner.
Don’t worry we’ll be all right.” Moving forward, reaching, lightly he touched
her shoulders.
Lee always the optimist, very rarely lost
faith in any situation. He knew Seaview and Nelson would come through. The
Admiral would do practically anything to locate his friends and bring them
safely home.
She half turned, gazing up into his beautiful
calm face, falling deeply into his golden laced hazel eyes.
Abby’s dark black lashes lifted,
her eyes lit with response, then suddenly she broke the contact. “We’d best
continue or we’ll never be done by nightfall.” She felt the connection between
them. It frightened her a little, perhaps not, as she smiled inwardly.
With the spell broken, Crane turned his
attention to the long strip of deserted beach that lay ahead, a haze of heat
hovered above its sun baked white strand, to all appearances uninhabited.
“It’s too hot for this.” Lee
deftly shed his leather flight jacket, discarding his tie and loosening his
collar. He rolled up his sleeves in an effort to adapt to the tropical heat.
Taking the holster seating it firmly on his hip, buckling the belts clasp,
lastly, holding the familiar weapon in his hand, examining the firearm, he
attached the ammunition clip, guiding it efficiently into position.
“Do you think that’s needed?”
“No, it’s just a precaution. I
believe the island is quite safe.” Lee smiled, holstering the pistol.
Captain Lee Crane endeavored to be prepared
for any contingency, saving his life and the lives of others on many an
occasion. This situation was no different; there was no sign of habitation,
however as innocent as it may appear, the island could conceal dangerous
surprises. You never knew what lay around the next corner or, in this case,
hidden along the tree line.
Shouldering a small pack
containing survival gear which included a compass, flask of water and a first
aid kit, he slung around his neck a pair of high powered binoculars. “Let’s
walk the shore line for a bit and go inland near the cliff. That’s our best
chance of finding fresh water.”
Amidst the mournful cries of the
seabirds above they set off, under their feet scarcely registering the soft
crush of finely packed wet sand. Lee realized he adapted to the cold artic far
better than the tropics. Sweat began to roll down his back; his shirt clinging
to his skin, his uniform became decidedly uncomfortable.
<<><>>
“Chip, what’s our position.”
Nelson addressed Chip Morton, Seaview’s Executive officer.
“Here’s the latest fix from satellite
navigation,” The Exec utilized a pencil to trace their specific position on the
chart.
“Sir, I’ve alerted Pearl, they have been
apprised of the situation concerning FS1 and the Captain but they’re unable to
send up search planes until the severe weather lets up. In addition, I
transmitted the coordinates of the dead whales; they will be relayed to the
Mammal Stranding Center.”
“Very well, Mister Morton, carry
on,” Nelson walked aft to the radio shack. “Sparks, anything? They’re forty
minutes overdue from their last check in.” Sparks, familiar with the Admiral’s
temperament, recognized the not so subtle flare in those words. Nelson hunched
over the radio gear with one arm slung over the banks of radio equipment and
the other resting on the console, focused on the instruments. Sparks worked the
controls running through the radio bands in an attempt to raise FS1.
“No, Sir, nothing.” The radio officer
acknowledged Nelson’s presence, but continued his search.
Nelson
was satisfied every effort was being made to contact Lee. “Keep monitoring for
a signal; notify me when we’ve made contact.”
“Aye, Sir.”
Morton
tore off the paper feed from the ship’s computer, scanned the figures, attached
it to his clip board, picked up his pencil and returned his attention to the
charts scattered across the top of the plot table, studying them closely.
Chip looked up at Nelson’s
approach.
“Chip, what was their last
position?”
“These are the last recorded
coordinates,” leaning to mark the chart. “Here sir, near this small island. If
we expand our search from this sector here…” Morton referenced a specific point
on the map. “We have a good chance of tracking their location.”
“Very good, Chip. I only hope they made for
land.”
“Admiral, you know the Captain, he’d do what
he can, Lee’s been in tights spots before....” Nelson
knew Crane had the ability to cope with any given situation, handling any
crisis under stress well.
Running a shaky hand through his disheveled
hair, shoving one hand forcefully in his pocket, with the other he leaned
heavily on the plot table, he snapped, his frustration taut, spilling over the
edge. “I know Chip, I know…if they’re still alive!”
“Admiral, we’ll find them,”
feeling the need to reassure Nelson that Crane and Dr. Griffith would be found,
and found alive.
“Admiral, we have a search pattern
established; our course is already plotted and laid in.”
“Well, Chip, let’s get to it.”
Adding weight to his words, Nelson intentionally slapped the edge of the
navigation table.
“Aye, sir.” Morton acknowledged
the command, setting aside his clip board, moving off to implement the orders.
Chip, accustomed to Nelson’s sharp manner and stern countenance, knew it was
worry driving Nelson’s temper, the guilt for consenting to the Captain’s
assertion to fly alone.
“Helm come to course
two-three-zero, commence search pattern, alpha.” As Morton gave the commands
the instructions echoed throughout the control room.
Nelson walked to the spiral stairs, he
worriedly rubbed his hand over the tension residing along the back of his neck,
his feet clattered as he ascended the metal steps. “Chip, keep me appraised of
our progress. I’ll be in my quarters.”
“Aye, sir.” Mr. Morton leaned
against the navigation table, a deep furrow stated between his blond brows,
worry settling in his pale blue eyes.
<<><>>
A
short distance inland from the low cliff the two castaways discovered a pool of
clear fresh water being fed by a cascading water fall. Clustered close together
lining the water’s edge laid low dense vegetation, interspersed under tall
palms. From above sunlight fanned through the thick green fronds, while beams
of light danced on the reflective surface across gently rippling water.
Abby’s
eyes widened with delight. “It’s wonderful, almost an island paradise,”
forgetting for the moment, the fact they were stranded in this particular
paradise.
With a kit from his survival pack,
Crane stooped down to test the water. After a few moments, the Captain
announced. “It appears safe. We’ve found our fresh water supply.”
Exploring further near the pond, fruit was
discovered grouped in a clearing close to the base of the rocky cliff.
“Why, Captain, you’re scowling. I
would have thought all things considered we’ve done quite well, finding a fresh
water supply and food with relative ease.”
“I don’t scowl, Doctor. However,
I am thinking…we need a camp site.” Lee Crane in full survival mode signaled
back along the path where they had come in. “Perhaps… closer to the entrance,
near the cluster of palms we passed, up from the beach. It gives us access to
water and food and the cliff would afford us shelter.”
“Couldn’t we make use of the
Flying Sub as our shelter?” Abby questioned.
“Well, yes, if she were
operational, with no power she’s not suitable, the heat would be unbearable; I
think we’d be more comfortable near the cliff.” The Captain explained.
With one hand shading her eyes,
Abby’s gaze moved up along the rocks towards the top of the cliff’s edge. “I
wonder how much more of the island can be seen from the top?”
Lee
considered her words. “A great deal I’d imagine. At the present time it
wouldn’t be safe. I don’t think we should attempt it until we are better
equipped. Volcanic rock can be sharp and difficult to climb; we should save
that for later, although a signal fire could be built up top as a distress
beacon to passing planes or ships.”
“Do you think anyone else would be
looking for us this soon?” Abby’s mood quickly changed, her thoughts touched on
what it meant to be truly stranded.
Crane realized, she required additional reassurance.
“Seaview would have contacted
Pearl for assistance, but they would have to wait until the storms have passed
out of the area in order to begin their search.”
“Meaning, we wait.”
“I’m afraid so.” Gentle amusement danced in the captain’s
expressive hazel eyes. “Don’t look so
glum, the situation isn’t that grave. We have what we need…weather is good, and
the storms have passed by us.” From behind he placed his hands on Abby’s upper
arms, turning her; he took up her gaze, giving her a reassuring squeeze, an
unseen spark ignited in Abby’s body from
Lee’s light touch. “As you said we’ve accomplished a great deal already.”
His face lit with an encouraging look. “It’ll be okay, trust me we’ll get
through this and before long we’ll be on board Seaview.”
Recovering she placed one hand
over his; meeting his eyes she regarded him with a tentative smile. “If you say
so, you know more than I do.” Surveying the tall attractive Captain, “has this
ever happened…to you before, being stranded, I mean?” A clear note of hesitation wove its way
through her question.
“A few
times.”
“Apparently you survived.” Her eyes took on a
brighter quality in response to his encouraging admission.
He
continued to hear her reluctance; she sounded unsettled, he attempted to dispel
her fears. “Well, yes. We’ll be fine; so far we’ve made a good team, haven’t
we? We can rely on one another, between us we’ll make the best of our
situation.” He sought to create an air of calm reassurance.
Abby pensively regarded the
shore’s white sandy beach. In a soft tone she uttered. “It’s not entirely
worry…I…I’m used to having more control over any given situation…I’m a bit out
of my depth here.”
“Now that I understand…I’ve been in
worse situations and as you said I’ve been here before…right now we have an
advantage. It won’t be long. I’ve been stranded and alone, and if there is any
consolation in this, I’m not alone this time, I have you…we do have each
other.” Taking her arms in a calming gesture, using a soothing touch, he made
an effort to alleviate her lingering doubts. Abby displayed strength with
vulnerability, equally she exhibited obvious capabilities. Crane realized, to
his surprise, that that combination was truly an attractive quality.
“You’re absolutely right, I
shouldn’t worry. We have one another, getting through this together will make
it easier.” She looked up into his brilliant hazel green eyes. “Thank you,”
Abby reached kissing Lee on his cheek, “makes me feel needed.”
Lee
grasped both Abby’s shoulders, caressing them. Gently turning her, he reached
down brushing his lip soft against hers, his gentle kiss lingered briefly. “Oh,
you’re definitely needed and most definitely wanted.” Cupping her face in is
hands, his eyes held such tenderness as he kissed her once more.
<<><>>
That
evening after establishing a small camp below the rocky bluff, they shared a
sparse meal of emergency rations, supplemented by fresh fruit from the island.
Abby began to relax, feeling more confident with their present circumstances.
Both settled on the pearly beach. Fortunately
the night sky appeared clear after the storm, the stars clearly visible, as
they watched the moonlight play across the restless ocean swells. It surface
shown as though sparkling gem stones were sprinkled atop the water’s surface;
dancing on peaks of an agitated sea.
Lee and Abby sat close together,
shoulder to shoulder, not quite touching.
Abby relished the feel of the
radiating warmth projecting from Lee’s body. His nearness eliciting a deep
desire within. She longed to be kissed yet again by the dark handsome Captain.
“The moon is beautiful tonight.”
Lee’s voice flowed deep with passion.
“Mm.” Abby gazed up at the twilight heavens,
she sighed amid the comforting sound of the gentle surf, drawing her knees up,
hugging them close. “I could listen to the ocean waves forever,” Abby returned
in a light dreamy tone, “could sit here all night…”
Lee
looked down; the touch of the moonlight bathed her features with an angelic
aspect. Lee’s fingertips reached, tracing Abby’s lips. Their eyes locked,
drawing Lee in, their pools held an intense intrinsic beauty reminiscent of the
deepest midnight, holding him suspended for a brief moment. Once freed, he
bent, scooping up her full lips with his in an intense searching kiss, as they
fell helplessly onto the soft sandy beach.
Abby
held him close running her hands through his rich dark curly hair, loving the
feel of it as it wrapped itself possessively around her fingers.
Lee felt the draw of Abby’s aura
pulling him in, a rare feeling, connecting with another soul.
In a
tight embrace, he felt a shutter go through her body; it mimicked his own
eagerness, as he ran his hand gently down her back. Electricity flooded between
them, joining their spirits.
Beneath the
Lee
woke early, pulling himself up on one elbow, taking in Abby’s beauty as the
radiant fingers of dawn caressed her face. He was beginning to love that face
and the woman within.
She stirred lifting long lashes to
reveal deep russet pools, sparkling with excitement. “Hi.” Her voice had a rich sleepy quality.
“Hi, yourself. How’d you sleep?”
“Wonderfully, considering I slept
on the beach.” As she reached up to kiss Lee, a pleasant warmth moved through
her.
He drew
towards her returning her kiss. “Well…I aim to please.” Pulling away, his eyes
took on a tender expression, lighting up his face. Abby adored that warm look
and his amazing eyes, she loved to watch them change color with his mood.
“You know if we keep doing this,
we’ll never get anything done.”
“Yes…I know.” It slipped like
velvet off his tongue, replace by an impish laugh. He cupped Abby’s face in his
hands drawing her mouth back to his own.
Gently
she urged him back. “As much as I enjoy this it’s getting us nowhere.”
“That’s a matter of opinion.” His
soft tones threatening to draw her in once again.
“I’m trying to be serious.”
“So am I.” he retorted.
“Uh, huh, sure you are.”
Crane straightened displaying his best command face. “Okay, Doctor, you
have my undivided attention.” A rush of quiet amusement slid over Lee’s dark
features, obliterating his stern display.
“Have any suggestions on what
we need to do today? You know more about this than I do, you’re in the lead.”
Abby knew what needed to be done but purposely deferred to Lee.
“Why, Doctor, thanks for the
vote of confidence.” Their eyes shone with delight as both were caught up in a
spirited exchange.
“You’re quite welcome; I give
credit where credit is due, Captain.” Abby threw him a mock salute.
“Well, thank you, Doctor,”
tipping his hand.
“So?” Wide expectant eyes
settled on Crane.
“Well, we could catch a few
fish in the little cove; fresh fish for dinner would be nice. After, I could do
some work on the communications panels. I’ll retrieve the few supplies from Flying sub that we’d need to explore the top of that cliff.
Get a good look at the rest of this island.”
“Sounds like a plan. But first I
want to remove all this scratchy sand. How about you?”
With mischief in his eyes he
nodded in agreement. “An offer I can’t refuse, race you to the pond.”
Crane, with his long powerful
strides, attained their personal oasis first, cleanly diving into the
shimmering water, rotating in the aqua liquid, vying for an ideal position to
watch Abby. She dove with great skill, gliding into the sparkling water of the
pond, swimming with ease, maneuvering under the surface with effortless motion,
not unlike a dolphin. An inadequate depiction he realized, more befitting, he
compared her to a mermaid. She mirrored the beauty and unmatched grace of the
mythical creature that he knew lay hidden beneath the depths of the mysterious
sea. They met in the center, flowing up through the water together, ending in
an effortless embrace. “You’re so graceful in the water, like a mermaid.”
“And what would you know about
mermaids?” She beamed, conveying a light hearted question. Eyes bright,
droplets of water hung on her dark lashes; wildly flinging her curls, she
tilted her head with a wide expression of humor.
An
unidentifiable shadow fell over Lee’s face; it culminated in to a soft laugh.
“They’re called ‘sirens of the deep’, aren’t they, bewitching innocent
sailors?” The question transported his mind back through a window into the
past, a vivid memory sheltered deep in his mind where he indeed had seen a mermaid;
in point of fact he had captured the beautiful creature, held her in his arms,
and completely taken under her spell. It involved a classified mission the
Seaview had undertaken. In the end this enchanting creature had rendered
Seaview vital assistance.
“Are you implying I’ve bewitched
you, with my beguiling ways?” giggling at the notion of a mermaid.
In a rush, Abby’s voice
propelled Lee once again in to the present. “Thought never occurred to me; it’s
an unqualified observation.” Pushing away his brief mental excursion through
time, Crane made light of his earlier
comments, playfully gathered up in Abby’s compelling laughter.
<<><>>
Pants and jeans rolled up, they
stood knee deep in vibrant blue water, Abby proclaimed
quietly, not desiring to frighten away the fish, “I’ll never get the hang of
this.” Lee Crane stood behind her, leaning forward, arms wrapped around the
back of her shoulders, with his long elegant fingered hands hovering over hers.
“Here comes another one.” He
whispered, his warm breath brushing closely against her skin. “Wait for it to get close, stay very
still… ready….now!” All four hands came together in one fluid motion scooping
up a single fish throwing it to shore.
Abby
enjoyed the feel of Lee’s masculine form molded to hers, his steady arms
holding her close, the calm sound of his voice close in her ear. It felt so
natural.
“There, you see you can do it,”
beaming her a priceless smile.
Abby turned looking up at Lee, delight showing
on her face. “Yeah, only with your help.”
Pausing just for a brief span,
Lee bent down kissing her lightly on the lips.
She returned his kiss, turning
completely into his arms wrapping hers around his strong shoulders. Their
balance lost, they fell with a splash, drenched in the warm water of the
shallow cove, breaking into laughter as they went down.
Soaked
to the skin Lee raised first, uniform sticking to his form, wet hair wild with
coiled ringlets; he emerged looking impossibly attractive, Abby couldn’t take
her eyes off him, as he extended his hand, drawing her out of the coves warm
sparkling blue water.
“Okay, now that we’re dripping?” Her wet dark
tresses glistened in the light, beads of gleaming water slipped down the curve
of her cheek, shown as tiny crystals in the bright afternoon sun. Abby regarded
Lee, with a degree of feigned irritation, “What now, we can’t accomplish
anything in this state?”
It’s simple, we remove them,” Lee smiled down
at her. “Allowing our clothes to dry.” His face appeared wide-eyed with assumed
innocence as he erupted into laughter at her obvious glare. “What’d I say?” Smiling, Lee made no
attempt at masking the playful glint in his eyes.
“I can
see where this is going.” Abby placed her hands on her hips, “You know we’ll be
wasting time waiting for everything to dry.” Her mind caught up with the idea
of climbing the cliff today, she considered this a setback.
“I’m
sure we can find something to pass the time while we wait.” He inferred
teasingly. He closed the few steps between them. Capturing her wet body within
his arms, he kissed her soundly, striving to dispel her annoyance.
“I know what’s occupying that mind
of yours, Captain,” fixing him with her finest glare, but the irritation in her
voice hardly equaled the mischief in her deep brown eyes.
“Why, Doctor, is that expression
meant as a challenge?” joining in her fun.
“Maybe, maybe not, Captain. We’ll
have to see.” A coy expression manifested in her dark dramatic eyes. She
hesitated, displaying no real resistance; she joined into the spirit of the
moment.
Lee, leaning forward, kissed her
once again.
<<><>>
With the catch of the day
drifting lazily in shallow water staked close to the shore line, they gathered
their fluttering garments that lay scattered over rocks and dead wood
outcroppings drying in the hot tropical breezes.
With clothes somewhat damp, Lee and Abby stood
at the base of the rocks, well equipped, grasping rope and gloves eager to
climb the stony cliff that jutted out onto the islands sandy shore. The rock
face was all that remained of the volcano that formed the island.
“Okay, I’ll go up first. When I’m
up top, I’ll secure the rope and send it down for you. “Remember
how I showed you to tie the line.”
“Yes, I’ve got it, I did some rock
climbing as a teen, haven’t forgotten everything I learned.” Excitement sparkled in Abby’s eyes. “See
you at the top,” she broke into a wide brilliant smile.
The
Captain ascended first, hand over hand, the rope draped across his broad
shoulders. The rocks were sharp and slick as he had expected. He found it
difficult to secure his footholds.
Crane nearly lost his footing several times. It confirmed his original
intent to utilize the rope to assist Abby with the climb. His thoughts suddenly
focused on Abby; he realized he was thinking about her often with great
fondness. A surprising thought struck him; he had fallen in love. His
distracted thoughts found him quickly at the top. Discovering a sturdy palm as
an anchor, he secured the rope, sending the line tumbling down.
All the while, Abby stood
transfixed on Crane’s progress and her feelings towards him. During the climb
she didn’t speak for fear of splitting his concentration. She could not have known
his attention had already been split amid the assent and his love for her
building inside him.
Biting her lip at every misstep,
she swiftly realized she was in love with Lee Crane.
Peering over the edge, Lee shouted. “Rope
coming down…it’s secured to a tree. Now take it slow, it’s a bit slippery in
spots. You ready?”
“Okay, coming up.” With help from
the steadied rope, Abby scaled the volcanic rock with ease.
“Wow, I knew this would be worth
the climb. You can see most of the island from here. It’s beautiful!” Abby spun
taking in the vista.
Lee came up from behind smiling at her
obvious joy, wrapping his long strong arms securely around her.
“Yes, it’s beautiful, almost as
beautiful as you,” he smiled possessively.
“Flatterer, I’m not, never
considered myself beautiful.” She shook her head in the negative, frowning. ‘He
thinks I’m beautiful, she smiled inwardly.’
“Don’t say that, it’s obvious to
me you are. It’s not flattery, it’s simply the truth,” regarding her honestly.
Speared with warmth from his
words, she questioned where this conversation would lead. “That’s one man’s opinion.” Her sentence
came out flat and arid.
Lee’s voice sounded like velvet in her ear,
“Well, I must confess, I’m slightly biased; you see I’m in love with you.” His
voice tender, and yet mindful of events, their progression being
extraordinarily fast. Love, however, had no regard for time, his inner self
told him he loved her heart and soul, and that’s all that mattered.
Turning in his arms. “Oh, Lee, I feel the
same; and I love you too. I know this is all…sudden…but I do love you.” A speck
of shyness swept over her, transforming virtually at once into an adoring gaze.
Both equally caught up in a caressing embrace, encompassing a prolonged tender
kiss, they parted, grinning at one another like teenagers. Lee looked down with
a half laugh, crinkling his already smiling eyes which took in the beauty of
her face. His eyes slipping down to her full lips and up again falling
hopelessly into her deep chocolate pools. “I do, love you.” He kissed her once again.
Standing utterly still, he
lifted her chin; her heart skipped a beat at his loving gaze. “From the moment
our eyes met I knew you were someone special.” She surrendered to another heady
kiss.
Turning around, sighing in
complete contentment of the moment, she leaned back into his loving embrace. A
warmth wash of happiness bathed her entire being.
He bent tenderly, kissing her
neck. Abby adored the soft butterfly touch of Lee’s lips on her skin. “That
tickles.” Abby giggled playfully breaking into an expression of pleasure.
Hugging her close, “now that I
have found you, my love, I’ll never let you go.” With a trembling voice. “I
love you so much, more than I can ever express, I’ve never felt like this
before. So complete.”
She would always remember the
warmth and sincerity of those loving words and that tender embrace; she knew
that moment would remain in her heart forever. “I never imagine it could be
this way, a part of someone else.” Abby turned closeing her eyes and they
kissed again.
Swallowing hard, she changed the
subject, asking. “How high, um…do you think we are?”
“ Oh,
maybe fifteen, twenty meters, shouldn’t go too near the edge… it could give
way,” tightening his hold.
Abby’s fingers ran over Lee’s
hand stopping at his ring. “I’ve been meaning to ask--about your ring?
“Yes.” Drawing the word out. “It’s
a commissioning ring from Annapolis.”
“I know it’s your commissioning
ring--it’s unlike other rings I’ve seen. I’m curious to know why?” She turned
her head looking up into his loving face.
“Well, if you must know, it’s my
father’s ring. I chose to wear his ring over my own.” She heard and felt his
mood change to sadness.
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
“Why?”
“I realized your father must have
passed.”
“Oh, it’s all right, I don’t mind.
I wish he were here to meet you, I have no doubt he would’ve approved.” Lee’s
mood, tender and indulgent.
“How long has it been?”
“He was a navy pilot, killed in
the War when I was a child. I’ve put most of those memories away a long time
ago.”
“You must miss him though…I mean
to wear his ring.”
“What I remember of him I loved
and admired. My mother raised me. I guess I wear it for her as well as him.
It’s a tangible reminder of them both and the past.”
“Wait, I thought Seaview…am I correct, it’s a
civilian vessel owned and operated by the Nelson Institute?”
“It is, but I began my career in the Navy,
earning my rank there, so did Admiral Nelson. We are, however, required due to
partial government funding to take on naval assignments.”
“How does that work, are you still
considered a civilian ship?”
“No, under those circumstances,
we’re regarded as a U.S. naval vessel under their jurisdiction.”
“That
must be hard being a civilian vessel with a civilian crew.”
“Not really, the crew is highly trained, each
man a handpicked specialist, sought out by Admiral Nelson, for their chosen
skills.”
“It all sounds quite remarkable.”
“Harry…Harriman Nelson’s a
remarkable man.” She noted the pride for Seaview and the affection for her
designer in his statement.
“You admire him a great deal.”
“Well, yes, I do but at the same
time Harry’s my closest friend, I can talk to him about anything, over the
years that I’ve served on Seaview we’ve become quite close, he’s become like a
father to me.”
Abby heard the warmth conveyed in
those brief words. “That’s a very special relationship you have with him.”
“Yes. It is.” He paused smiling
within. ”I think Harry…the Admiral’s going to like you. He’s already impressed
with your work.”
“You think so?” Needing to
understand why, Nelson sought her out, above all others, why he considered her
the most qualified.
“Yes, I know so. He’s been
following your career, all your accomplishments; he contacted you, believing
you had the best qualifications, with the ability to find answers applying your
current research.” Hesitating a
moment, “I shouldn’t tell you, but the Admiral is considering a job offer at
the Institute.”
“I’d adore working there; the
Institute’s an amazing place, at least according to everything I’ve heard and
read. Do you think he will still extend the offer?” She held her breath amidst
great expectation.
“Why, yes of course, circumstances
haven’t changed. I’m positive it will be offered.” His certainty was noted in his words. “If you
accept and move to Santa Barbara, we can spend more time together.”
Lee realized he didn’t know a great deal about this remarkable woman, yet
he had fallen in love with her. Countering her questions, “so what about you?
How did you become interested in marine life?”
“Well, I was the kid in the
neighborhood that brought every stray I came across home to mom. When I was
about fifteen we moved to California and I became interested in sea life, to
the point I wanted it as a career.”
“What about your
Dad? How’d he feel about your dedication to marine biology?”
“Oh, it’s just my Mom and I. My
father left when I was a child I never really knew him, hardly remember
him…what I‘ve understood from family - - I’m not interested.”
“Do the stories paint that
dreadful of a picture?” Abby had no desire to continue the vain of this
conversation.
“Yes, they do.” Turning in his
arms, she lightly rained gentle kisses across his lips. “Okay, enough about me.
It’s going to be dark soon; we should start to gather brush and wood for the
signal fire.”
“We should, shouldn’t we?” Lee
reluctantly agreed, still not willing to free her. She felt so right in his
arms.
Unwillingly, he released her. Abby walked
out closer to the edge for one last look over the island and the sea she loved.
“Sure is beautiful up here.”
Suddenly a deafening roar overtook the island.
The ground shook violently as the leading edge of the cliff began to collapse
under Abby. Crane realized too late, as an unearthly cry ripped from Abby’s
throat. Her sharp scream cut through the sounds of soil and rock, as they slid
away, dragging her along. Lee dove, his hand touching hers, as they slipped
apart. He saw the terror on her face, as time stood still, her hands forever
reaching towards his. Freed volcanic debris plummeted along with her body, both
impacting the packed wet sand of the beach below.
“Abby!” Crane’s cry was primal.
“No!” His face etched with abject horror, his arms outstretched.
Lee reeled back, as he struggled with the
horrific scene. When the rumble from the tremors drifted into the distance, all
fell silent, leaving his life forever altered. Crane adeptly descended to Abby
and the shoreline beneath the cliff.
Lee removed the jagged rocks from her torn
clothes; they lay in tatters above her still form. “Abby, can you hear me?” Desperation filled
him.
In response to his plea, a deep moan emitted from her lips. With enormous
effort, she struggled to shift her body. Abby’s eyes slowly fluttered open,
squeezing shut again in an attempt to refocus.
Her voice came out light and strained. “Lee,
I feel so strange. What happened?” trying to move again.
"It was an earthquake, you
fell from the cliff."
Crane placed his hands firmly on Abby’s
shoulders, gently restricting her movements.
“Easy…easy… love, don’t worry,
I’ve got you now, lay very still. You could do more damage,” imparting his
words as gently as possible.
In an
effort to evaluate the injuries incurred by the fallen rubble Crane ran his
hands over her extremities. Amazingly, he found no broken limbs; he unbuttoned
her shirt and jeans. He could see where the rocks struck her torso, forming a
significant depression along her ribs. Angry bruises even now began to emerge
on her abdomen.
“This may hurt, try to lay still.”
Gliding his hands along the indent around her ribs, he felt the distinct
crackle of broken bones under his fingertips, causing his stomach momentarily
to protest. Abby inhaled with a sharp hiss. Crane immediately ceased. “It’s okay love, I’m stopping. You have a few cracked ribs,
maybe a collapsed lung…can’t tell for sure.”
He had enough first aid training to recognize fractured ribs and a
damaged lung.
“Hurts… to breathe.” She managed
in a low gasp.
“It’s the broken ribs. Other than
the pain from the ribs, are you having any difficulty taking a breath?”
“Yes… a little.” She strained
forcing out the words.
“I think your right lung has
partially collapsed. My love I need to get you off this beach.” Crane had
already formulated a plan to safely move Abby to their camp site.
“I’m going to make a litter, but I
have to leave you for a few minutes. Don’t be frightened love, I promise I’ll
be right back.”
Abby’s body trembled, beset with
reaction; she reached to grasp Lee’s hand. “I feel so cold.”
“You’re going into shock, love.
Being on this wet beach isn’t helping. I’ll be right back. I’ll bring the
blankets…that…that should help.” He caressed her cheek. “I love you. It’ll be
all right.” Crane whispered words of reassurance.
Crane used fabric from the blankets to create
a stretcher. He eased her body onto the makeshift device. Employing additional
blankets in an effort to trap her warmth in the layers, he was seeking without
success, only minimally increasing Abby’s body temperature.
<<><>>
Placing Abby by the fire, Lee
sat beside her, his hand and arm out stretched, touching hers, making physical
contact. Lee was acutely aware of her labored breath and the cold that crept
across her body, despite the warmth of the tropics. “Feeling any better, my
love?”
“Still so cold, blankets aren’t
helping much, feel so weak…tired…” Dimness edged at her vision. In a moment of
clarity. “Lee?”
“I’m here love, don’t try to
talk.”
Looking deep into his eyes,
“Lee, I love you.” His face faded as she slid into semi-consciousness. Her
system was failing, slipping in and out, eventually dropping into an uneasy
sleep. Lee absently skimmed his fingers through her dark hair. He whispered, “I
promise, I’m going to get help, my love,” Worriedly but quietly he moved off,
not wanting Abby to wake, hoping she would not realize he had gone. Crane utilized
the opportunity to continue repairs on the ship’s severely damaged radio. He
knew it was his only chance of securing help.
Overhead the soft glow of the pale moon shown
across the sand, aiding Lee’s path. He descended quickly to the shore making his
way to the crash site. Tonight his need borne of desperation. The immediacy of
Abby’s medical needs urged him forward; her injuries being quite serious, he
didn’t have the luxury of time.
Entering the small craft from the top hatch,
stepping lightly down the ladder, he dropped to the deck. Opening the panels,
he began to work cannibalizing electrical components to repair communications,
determined tonight he would contact Seaview.
He
knew Nelson and Seaview would be searching for them but with only there last
position to draw from, ‘It was doubtful they would be found before…’ he
had no desire to complete the thought, although the intrusive aspects of the
fall stole in, despite his struggle to dismiss the images that played within
his mind.
Toward dawn, he made one last
connection; the board came to life, as the communications panel lit up. “FS1 to
Seaview, come in Seaview.”
“Seaview, aye, sir, we read you,”
Sparks acknowledged at once. His voice was immediately replaced by Chip
Morton’s who’d been standing in close proximity to the radio shack.
“Lee, thank God you’re safe. What
happened?” Chip’s voice holding all his anxiety.
“Don’t exactly know. The edge of
the storm was brutal…ship’s systems shorted out, it felt as though we were hit.
I managed to bring her down in one piece. We ditched on the beach. We’re on the
largest of a small grouping of islands.” The Exec detected the sharp undertone
of tension in Crane’s naturally smooth speech.
“Lee, as long as you’re safe.”
Disturbed by the Captain’s related events, a line of tension passed over the
Exec’s brow. “Lee, the Admiral left
orders to patch you through to his quarters, as soon as we made contact.”
“Okay, Chip, thanks.”
“Lee, it’s good to hear your
voice. Are you both safe? What’s your status?”
“Relatively safe, but the immediate
situation’s not good, Admiral. Abby…Dr. Griffith has been hurt…it’s serious.”
Crane’s dark brows knitted as his voice faltered. Reaching deep, he struggled
to retain his valued self-control.
“We have your coordinates; we’ll
rendezvous at your location within the hour.” Crane was thankful, Seaview’s
position was close, far closer than he had expected.
“Admiral, bring Jamieson and a
stretcher, when you come ashore.”
“Lee… it’s that bad?”
“Yes, Admiral. She was badly hurt
when the island experienced a powerful tremor… I think…her injuries are
serious.” It took every ounce of discipline for Crane to suppress his growing
anxiety, knowing full well he had been partially unsuccessful. Positive Nelson
would hear the subtle strain in his usually placid tone.
“Yes, Lee, we felt the same tremor
here. It tossed us around a bit; the epicenter of the quake originated on the
island of Hawaii.”
“Any damage?” Dropping into his
familiar roll as Captain always concerned for his ship.
“No, just a few bruised egos.”
“Admiral, that tremor shook the
island, rather violently. Dr. Griffith fell from a cliff top about twenty
meters to the beach surface.” In addition to the stress in his voice he seemed
to be repeating himself, not in his nature at all.
“Lee, I understand the urgency.
We’re on our way.”
“Admiral, I’ll leave the channel
open to keep a fix on our position.” His tone tinged with unease.
“Hang on Lee; we’ll be there with
all possible speed, Seaview out.” The Admiral’s words revealed the distinct air
of concern following his conversation with Crane.
Rekeying the intercom located
on his desk, he called the control room, “Chip, what’s our ETA on Crane’s
position?”
“Approximately forty minutes, sir.”
“Thank you Mr. Morton, I’ll be there soon.”
Nelson knew Crane well. He had heard the subtle crack in his voice; he was on
the verge of breaking down. ‘What had occurred on that blasted island to
affect the unshakable Lee Crane?’ The Captain was always the one with a
cool level head when faced with any given situation. Something traumatic had
occurred to unnerve his friend.
<<><>>
After
assuring himself several times of Abby’s condition, Crane impatiently waited
above the reflective silvery sand of the shore line, watching the frothy white
waves roll in and out. He situated himself atop the hatch of FS1. The bright
yellow vessel lay ditched on the south side of the island amongst sparse
vegetation and finely packed wet sand.
The warm breezes drifted off the ocean swells
catching Lee’s hair, lifting his short dark locks as his thoughts scattered on
the wind. A labyrinth of memories flashed through his mind, all with mixed
emotions. He smiled at a remembered image, of a beautiful dark eyed young woman
running playfully on the beach, reveling in the freedom of the afternoon sun.
When the harsh truth pulled Lee back, shattered was his joyful memory. The
sharp contrast of reality seeped in, the sight of his love laying in camp
fighting for her life.
He expelled a sigh of relief; a faint smile
touched his lips at the sight of Seaview’s arrival. Her sail and conning tower
poked through the gentle swells encircling the small island. Lee always loved
the view of his silver grey lady, as the quiet waves and eddies of foam
buffeted her hull. It was a comforting vision, filling him with feelings of
hope and home.
The crew quickly deployed a raft;
it swiftly crossed the short expanse of the ocean from Seaview. It glided atop
the incoming waves of the sparkling blue water to the shore line where Lee
Crane tensely awaited.
“Lee, it’s good to see you’re
well.” Nelson’s eyes smiled with relief but he was disturbed by the underlying
anxiety and the deep sadness in Crane’s body language.
“ Admiral.”
As their hands firmly clasped. “Glad you’re here.” Nelson heard the relief in
his simple words.
“Now, where’s Doctor Griffith,
Doc’s anxious to see her?” Nelson stood beside Jamieson; the doctor, holding
his medical bag in a firm grip.
“Yes, the Admiral has filled me in
on the situation; I’ll need to assess her condition.”
“Admiral, Doctor, our camp is just
up the beach near the bluff in an outcropping of palms.” Lee directed. “I’ll
start ahead to let Abby…Dr. Griffith know you’ve arrived.” A troubled look slid
across his face, it was fleeting, nearly unseen. Crane took off at a run
without another word.
A questioning look crossed
between Jamieson and Nelson, registering Crane’s distress as they followed
close behind.
<<><>>
“Abby, sweetheart.” Lee sank onto
his knees in the soft sand beside her. “Love, can you wake up for me?” Lee
stroked her cheek gently. “Seaview’s
here.”
Abby’s eye’s slowly flickered opened,
with a whispered sound. “Lee.” A smile brushed across her lips. She could see a
troubled look in Crane’s eyes. “Are they really here?”
“Yes, my love, Admiral Nelson and
Doc Jamieson and their party are coming up from the beach now. Seaview’s sitting a half mile offshore. I wish you could see her. She reminds me of a
regal dolphin basking in the warmth of the afternoon sun.” He smiled back with
a combination of love and concern.
Crane looked up as the group drew closer to his position.
Nelson
squatted beside Lee to address Dr. Griffith.
“Abby, this is Admiral Nelson.”
Nelson extended his arm, lightly
touching her shoulder. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Dr. Griffith. How
are you doing? The Captain tells me you were hurt in the earthquake.”
In a soft apologetic voice.
“Admiral-- it’s good to meet –you. Sorry --I’ve caused so much trouble.”
“Nonsense, my dear, we’ll get it
all sorted out in no time.” He graced her with a genuine smile.
Will Jamieson kneeled opposite
Crane and Nelson. “Hi, Dr. Griffith, I’m Will Jamieson, Seaview’s Chief Medical
Officer.” The doctor’s manner reflected calm reassurance.
“Hi--Doctor.” Jamieson, concerned
by the weak and sluggish speech, but kept his worry from registering on his
face.
“Okay Abby, I need to take a look, I’ll try to
be gentle.” Doc opened his bag, then, proceeded to peel away the various layers
of blanket.
“Captain Crane sure has you
wrapped up.”
“I’ve been--so cold, Lee…Captain
Crane tried to keep me-- warm.” Her deep brown eyes sought out Lee.
Understanding her need, stepping into her field of vision, “I’m right here.”
Lee took her now freed hand in his. A look of deep concern expressed itself in
his eyes as a silent message flashed between Lee and Abby, the depth of their
love being evident needing no words.
Taking notice of the wordless
exchange, Jamieson shot a momentary glance towards Nelson.
The doctor continued his brief
exam of Dr. Griffith; worry appeared to settle on his face as he rose to
address Crane and Nelson. Lee knew that expression well, causing a sliver of
fear to stab at his heart. The doctor stepped away from his patient in order
not to be overheard.
Intensity permeated his hushed voice. “It doesn’t look good; I believe she
is bleeding internally. I won’t know the extent of the damage until we get her
aboard the boat where I can do more tests, along with a more extensive
examination.”
Crane paled at the Doctor’s news. He had been
aware, deep inside that her injuries were serious but having it stated as fact,
it caused events to crystalize into cold reality. “Doctor, will she be all
right?”
“Won’t know anything more until we
get her back to the ship, Captain, I’ll do my best.” He placed a comforting
hand on Crane’s arm. Jamieson sensed something more projecting from the Captain’s emotions. An integral component
of his job was to gauge the mood of the officers and crew aboard his vessel. If
he wasn’t mistaken, ‘the Captain appears to have fallen in love.’
Crane still visibly shaken by
Jamieson’s statement, as a result, sweat chilled across his body despite the
island’s oppressive heat. The shock caught at his knees as they folded; he
would have collapsed if not for Nelson’s quick steady hand.
“Come on, Lee, sit down.” Nelson
settled Crane on a nearby outcropping. “You’re exhausted. The past few days
must have been a nightmare.”
“Skipper, let’s take a look. Did
you sustain any injuries in the quake? ” Jamieson grasped Crane’s wrist
lightly, checked his pulse, reaching up to check his eyes and then moved to
utilize his stethoscope.
“No. I’m fine.” Crane sharply
jerked away with annoyance. “Tired, that’s all! You have a patient who needs
your undivided attention,” he stated curtly.
“That does not mean I can’t tend
to you as well.” Jamieson knew how stubborn the Captain could be. Crane was
always a difficult patient on the best of days and this being one of his
worst. The doctor immediately
relented; he’d have his chance later when they returned to Seaview.
Jamieson turned his attention back to Abby and
the corpsmen standing by. He knelt to address Dr. Griffith. “Abby we’re going
to wrap you up nice and snug to transport you to Seaview where we can make you
more comfortable.”
A
moment’s apprehension invaded her face. She steadied her response. “Whatever
you think best, Doctor.”
“Let’s get her ready for
transport.” Jamieson directed, supervising the process. “Easy take it slow and
easy.” As they rolled Abby’s damaged body onto the stretcher, Lee watched
distressed, worrying over every move. The corpsmen secured her carefully. As
they began moving off, Crane
approached. “I’ll be right behind you, don’t worry.” He bent down kissing her
forehead. “I’ll see you on Seaview.”
“Okay Lee, see you there.” Abby
whispered, but she wanted to say ‘I love you’. Suddenly she felt shy
amongst strangers.
<<><>>
Crane waited restlessly in sickbay for
Jamieson to complete his tests.
After
what felt like hours, Doctor Jamieson emerged garbed in scrubs. He rubbed slender
fingers across his already tired eyes, prepared to speak with Crane and Nelson.
“Lee, it’s what I suspected. She
has internal injuries.”
Crane’s eyes filled with
questions. He swallowed hard, jaw tight with stress, fists clenched, plainly asking,
“Doc, how bad is it?”
Jamieson could see the tension
riding in Crane’s body. “What I know for certain from radiographs and scans,
her right lung is partially collapsed, spleen ruptured, liver damaged, in
addition, there is major blood loss. The rest I honestly don’t know. I need to
go in to assess the damage I can’t see. Stop the bleeding. I won’t know
anything for certain until I’m in there.” Supportively, he squeezed Lee’s
shoulder. “I’ll do everything humanly possible.”
“Please, can I see her for a
moment?” One look at Lee’s distress, Jamieson was forced to rethink his initial
reply.
“She’s not conscious; we have her
prepped for surgery…but yes.”
Crane entered the small room
quietly. A web of wires and tubes surrounded Abby’s immobile form. A ventilator
tube slid down her throat, it metered out her breath, sounding a soft rush of
air. Numerous monitors registered her vital functions. Above the whisper of the
machinery, he heard the echo of Abby’s steady heartbeat. Carefully, Lee enfolded
her hand in his. Bending low, he breathed. “I love you.” His lips brushed her
brow. “I’ll be right here my love, I won’t leave you.” He departed quickly as
the threat of tears stung his eyes.
In the outer room Nelson spoke to Jamieson
quietly. “So, Doctor, you’re determined on going ahead with the surgery?”
Jamieson turned his attention to
Nelson and his immediate needs. “Yes, Admiral, I would wait but…she is
critical, surgery’s her best chance of survival.
“At the present time, what do you
need? How can I help?” Nelson queried.
“If I’m to proceed, she requires
whole blood transfusions. Plasma alone won’t do. Have Chip organize blood
donors. And, I want us as steady as possible in order to operate.”
“I’ll have the boat submerged as
soon as it’s safe; it should provide us with our best chance for stability.
Will that suffice?
“Yes, Admiral, that will do
nicely.”
<<><>>
Lee
Crane dropped into step beside Nelson, accompanying him to the control room.
Crane, exhausted and numb, passed through the control deck, and settled in the
nose. His ashen features accompanied by dark hollows around his eyes attested
to his lack of sleep and overall worry.
Nelson
stopped at the plot table. “Chip, we need blood donors. Have Chief Sharkey contact
Frank in sickbay. Find out what’s needed, have him get it organized.”
“Aye, Sir. Admiral, what about Dr.
Griffith?”
“Too soon to tell. We won’t know
anything for several hours. Jamieson’s going ahead with the surgery, he’s
preparing now.”
“How about the Skipper?” Chip’s
eyes momentarily glanced at the figure of his friend occupying Seaview’s
observation nose.
“It’s been an ordeal for Lee, but
I have it well in hand.” He reassuringly patted Chip on the shoulder. The
Admiral was aware of the bond between Morton and Crane; Nelson sympathized with
the Exec’s worry…the need to comfort a friend. Nelson’s friendship with Crane
being just as strong deemed it crucial he deal with the situation himself.
Nelson required a steady trusted hand at Seaview’s heart, particularly now with
a life in the balance. “Doc wants us submerged during surgery. Take us out to
open water. Take her down nice and slow, level off at three hundred feet. Wait
for Kowalski and Patterson to dock FS1. Then set a course for Pearl at one
quarter speed.”
“Aye, aye, sir. Understood.”
Chip beckoned Chief Sharkey to
join him, who was standing at the other side of the control deck watching
Nelson and Morton intently. Before the Admiral could move away, “Admiral, sir. Begging your pardon, is the
Skipper all right, he doesn’t look to good?
And that lady doctor, how is she,
we heard she was hurt?
“Chief, the Captain will be fine;
he’s in need of a few hours rest. As for Doctor Griffith we don’t know yet.”
“Thank you, sir. Is there any way
we can help?”
“Yes, Mr. Morton has some
instructions for you.”
“Thank you, sir. I know how busy
you must be.”
“That’s okay, Chief. I
understand that you and the crew are worried.” Patting Sharkey on the shoulder.
Nelson was well aware of the loyalty and respect Crane engendered in his men.
Seview’s crew always concerned with their Captain’s welfare, he strove to allay
their growing anxiety.
“Chip, you know what needs to
be done.” Nelson realized Chip understood the crucial role he needed to play in
this situation. Grateful Morton required no lengthy explanations. Chip Morton
would do his job exceptionally well, as always, but he’d employ extra care
knowing it was for Lee Crane his Captain and his friend.
“I’ll get right on it, Admiral.”
Leaving Chip and Sharkey with duties that
needed their immediate attention. Nelson felt free to direct his attention to
the observation nose and Lee Crane. The Admiral began to form a picture of what
had transpired on the island between Lee Crane and Dr. Griffith. He recognized
Lee obviously cared about this woman. They had been thrown together under
stressful conditions. Understandably, they’d formed a close attachment; by pure
observation alone, clearly more than friendship had occurred, of that Nelson
felt confident.
“Lee, I’m beginning to understand
what Dr. Griffith means to you. You’ve fallen in love with her.” It was a
statement of fact rather than a question. His suspicions were confirmed, when
Crane’s eyes met his with affirmation of the truth.
The Admiral placed a cup of hot
coffee between Lee’s cold hands. “Here drink this. It will help.”
His thoughts a blur, obeying
Nelson as if it was an order, Crane began to consume the hot sweet liquid. He
realized it was more than coffee a liberal amount of brandy had been added. He
continued to drink as it warmed his chilled body but it did nothing to dispel
the internal ice that had settled at his core. Crane held tight to the cup,
thankfully winding his fingers around the warmth; he drained its content,
reluctant to release its familiarity.
Nelson spoke calmly in soft
tones. “Lee, it’s going to be a while before we know anything. Let’s get you
cleaned up, maybe get some food and some rest. After, we can return to sickbay
and wait.”
Lee Crane robbed of his reason and
self-reliance, all stripped away, stolen by shock and sorrow let himself be led
away without a conscious thought to where he proceeded or for what reason,
completely placing his trust in Nelson.
<<><>>
Hours later, Will Jamieson,
appeared drained, as he emerged from surgery. Lee stood stepping forward taking
a deep breath. “Doc, how is she?” Wrapping his arms about his chest, his hands
tightened over his upper arms, fingers digging into his shirt.
“Lee?” Jamieson with his
outstretched hand stopped him. “I did the best I could.” Jamieson addressed
them in a solemn muted tone. “There happened to be more damage than I had
anticipated going in. Vitals are still dangerously low; we nearly lost her
during surgery.” Jamieson sighed, rubbing a tired hand across his face; he
turned to look back at the small room he had exited assuring himself his
patient still lived. “Well, I’ll start at the top. I repaired the tear in her liver. Couldn’t
repair the spleen, it was necessary to remove her spleen as the damage was too
extensive. Thankfully, the broken ribs didn’t puncture the partially collapsed
lung. It should re-inflate on its own. Massive trauma to other organs, it’s
mostly severe bruising--had trouble--with bleeding-- stopping it was
problematic. I’m disturbed by her vitals; they aren’t improving the way I’d
expect. The next twenty-four hours are
critical. My main worry is the loss of that much blood. We gave her four units.
The blood loss, stressed her seriously depleted system. As I said, the next
twenty-four hours will tell.”
Lee froze in shock not knowing
what to say. In a half whisper barely perceived, he respired a breath. “Can I
sit with her?”
Jamieson caught the quiet request
and witnessed the devastation on the Captain’s face. Touching Lee’s back, “yes,
of course.”
Lee remained by Abby’s side,
hands clasped tightly together, forcing himself still. ‘She looks so
helpless and pale.’ It was difficult to see the vital woman he had grown to
love.
Foremost in his mind was the
question of her survival, Jamieson was by no means optimistic.
Lee hung on to the
hope they could share a future together.
Nelson and Jamieson’s repeated
attempts to coerce the Captain to disrupt his vigil to eat and rest was met
with quiet resistance.
“Lee…” Nelson implored, “if you fall ill, you’re no use to anyone.”
“Admiral, I need to stay here
until she wakes, regardless of how long that is.” Lee looked up, deep shadows
played under his usually bright clear eyes, now scored with pain. His face
looked strained with worry. “I promised I would be here, that I wouldn’t
leave.”
“I understand, Lee, but…” Nelson
countered. The Admiral, driven beyond exasperation, didn’t complete his sentence.
He only expelled a sharp breath in frustration.
Crane would not budge; he
positioned himself lovingly by Abby’s side, tuning out all of Nelson’s pleas.
Hours passed before there was any sign of
Abby waking. Gradually her eyes opened.
“Doc, she’s awake!” Shouting,
forgetting himself for the moment, he turned back. “Abby, my love, can you hear
me, it’s Lee?”
Jamieson approached stethoscope
in hand, leaning down. “Doctor Griffith, can you hear me? It’s Doctor Jamieson.
Can you open your eyes for me?” Abby struggled. “That’s right…” Her eyes
gradually fluttered open focusing, forcing the face above her to sharpen.
“Doctor Jamieson?” With a weak
breath.
“Yes, that’s right.
“Where am I?”
“You’re safely aboard Seaview. You
were injured--do you remember?”
“Yes…the island, the earthquake.”
Abby tried to move, biting her bottom lip as she exhaled a low moan. “Hurts, a
bit.”
Jamieson touched her shoulders.
“Don’t try to move. I have something here for the pain.” He slid the tip of a
syringe into the IV tube injecting its content. “That should help.”
“Where’s Lee…?” Panic slid across
her face, centered in her dark rich eyes. Her normally vibrant voice reduced to
a soft whisper.
Crane heard her request, stepped
into view from the opposite side. “I’m right here, my love.” Taking her hand,
stroking it lightly. “Don’t try to talk, you need to rest. I’ll stay with you.
I’m not going anywhere.”
With great effort, Abby raised
her hand to caress Lee’s cheek, her love clearly expressed in her eyes. “Lee my
love, I want you to know…the time we spent on the island…was wonderful…I will
always remember…”
“We can talk of this later love,
when you’re stronger.”
“No. Lee… I need to…say this
now.” Her words were weak but insistent.
Jamieson stepped back; worriedly
observing the monitors registering Abby’s vital signs noticing, that the
readings appeared dangerously low.
Around her, the room melted
away. Abby’s expressive eyes focused only on Lee’s adoring face, taking in the
beauty of his hazel eyes, tinged now with pure amber. For an endless moment she
perceived only the man she firmly loved. “Love you so much,” she paused taking
in a ragged breath, “please…will you…kiss me?” Such pleading emanated from her
dark eyes. The same eyes Lee had lost himself in days ago. He took her hand
from his cheek. Embracing both in his trembling hands, touching the delicate
fingers gently to his lips, all his emotions his very heart expressed in his
eyes. "I love you, too." Leaning forward, he kissed her softly.
Withdrawing, Crane watched Abby
sigh her last breath. It contained barely a whisper. “Lee.” Abby closed her
eyes and was still, her hands slipping helplessly away from Lee’s, her body
going limp as her spirit was freed.
Lee looked at Jamieson, eyes
darkened with distress. His eyes settled again on Abby, he whispered softly,
“no, no you can’t die…” Anguish filled Lee as his voice broke. “I love you.”
The doctor just shook his head
knowing nothing else could be done. “Lee, I’m so sorry.” Jamieson moved swiftly
turning off the ear-piercing sounds of the monitors. Crane stood very still.
Admiral Harriman Nelson had
never seen the Captain so dispirited, never seen Crane weep, even when his men
died in his arms. Lee’s bright hazel eyes were filmy with tears and
overwhelming anguish. He witnessed
Crane’s denial, not allowing the trapped moisture to escape.
A wash of cold rushed through
Lee, his tanned skin blanched white and his legs began to falter, unexpectedly
turning to water as they proceeded to collapse from under him. Nelson hastened
to his side, firmly grasping Lee’s upper arm to steady him. Crane weakened
under his grip, as Jamieson moved to support his opposite side. Immediately a
surge of dizziness took him, his surroundings threatened to slip away. Nelson
and Jamieson managed to seat Lee in the nearby chair. “I don’t know what to
say, Lee, I know the feelings you shared…I know you loved her.”
Before Nelson could find the
words to comfort Lee, Crane suddenly stiffened under his grip. Rigidly
straightening his back, his hands trembling, his eyes stung at the horrible
realization of the moment, knowing this instant in time would never leave him.
How, he would never know, he managed to pull himself together squaring his
shoulders, concealing his heartbreak behind stubbornness and military
discipline. He erected a firm barrier about him, insulating him against the
rest of the world, resigning himself to endure. “I’m fine.” Nelson felt the barrier go up around Lee as
he stood on shaky legs; he rubbed an unsteady hand across his brow. “I’ll be in
my cabin if you need me,” as he took his leave of sickbay.
Jamieson motioned to Nelson.
“Admiral, you should go after him, Lee shouldn’t be alone at a time like this…”
Nelson anxiously watched Crane’s
retreating figure; he perceived how tired and drained Lee appeared. “Will, I
think what he needs, is time to accept this.” Nelson immediately settled on one
thought. ‘If he can…the brief love they shared had been new but undeniably
real… with the loss of that love…’ Nelson never completed the thought.
“I’ll check on him shortly.”
<<><>>
The Admiral approached Lee’s
door. With a momentary hesitation, he knocked. Receiving no reply, gripping the
handle, he silently glided the door open just enough to gaze within, witnessing
an entirely unexpected sight. He observed Lee Crane lying fully clothed on his
bunk, deeply asleep. Nelson’s eyes stung at the sight of Lee’s tear stained
face. Reaching down, lifting an unruly black curl from Lee’s forehead, he
sighed heavily. He tugged the cover up over the resting young man; he
extinguished the lights as he exited the cabin.
Nelson leaned his hand against the bulkhead outside the door, taking a
deep breath, letting it out slowly. Nelson felt the wall Lee had erected
earlier in sickbay. 'How am I to help him if he won’t let me in? I need to
find a way to get through that military armor to the grieving man inside.'
<<><>>
Cradled in a well of deep sleep,
Captain Lee Crane never noticed the Admiral’s intrusion.
Out of the mist he stood on a
golden beach, shimmering water washed the shore line, while the wave’s soft
foam caressed the silky sand. Before him as though a veil lifted, stood a young
woman imbued with light, her name slipped between his lips. “Abby my love… how
can it be?”
“Lee.” She spoke his name as the current of
air strengthened her gentle whisper…her serene voice floated along its light
breeze. “You are surrounded by love, even now. Harry and Chip care about you,
and so does all of Seaview. Let them in, they can help. I died here; I will
forever be bound to Seaview. When you think of her, you will be thinking of me…
remember, I will always love you. I must go my love… until I become again.”
Lee
reached out. “Abby!” In that brief moment, she evaporated into a wisp of vapor. Silence touched him; overlapping
around him, as the blackness swallowed him once again.
He awoke alone in darkness, cold and
cramped; his heart pounded, not recognizing his surroundings. From the shadows,
fringes of awareness soon followed. He had come to his quarters after he
departed sickbay. He sighed. “I’m aboard Seaview.” He felt the familiar throb
of the sub beneath him. The dream, remembered, the message it carried remained
clear in his mind, warming a trace of the ice residing deep within. Noting the
cover draped over him. ‘Nelson or Jamieson had been here.’
He forced himself up, his body
taut and sore from stress. ‘This is no good at all.’ His thoughts drawn
by the promise of warmth from the shower, moving him towards the small
compartment. Stepping wearily into the
stall he let the heat soothe him, beads of water drummed across his tense
muscles. Leaning back against the ceramic wall, totally alone with his
thoughts, Lee closed his eyes. He could see it all etched forever in his mind,
haunting him, her hands endlessly reaching for his. He rubbed both hands over
his face in an attempt to vanquish the memories. His sole desire to melt away
the grief and ice that lingered in his heart.
Turning off the shower, grabbing
a towel, assessing himself in the mirror as he dried his hair; what it revealed
in return was a face marred with sadness. He appeared pale and worn; strain
tinting his features, as though a stranger stared back.
Unable to tolerate his own
reflection, he placed his back to the image. Gathered into a robe, he carried
himself to his bunk, sitting quietly for an extended duration, with little
desire to think or feel. It had grown extraordinarily painful. His awareness
drifted nonetheless, the memories spilled through, no matter how hard he bid
them to banish. Intrusive thoughts insistently flooded in, tears welled in his
eyes. With insight, conscious of his own reactions, Lee could never have
imagined responding to any situation in this manner. ‘What’s wrong with me,
why can’t I move past this…I have to face it…but I love…loved
her.” That thought almost undid him, but it also disturbed him, with its
uncharacteristic weakness.
He startled from the gentle rap at
his door.
Clearing his throat. “Come in.”
He closed his eyes, struggled to contain his emotions, forcing it all aside.
The door open soundlessly as
Nelson peered around it. “I came to check on you, Lee.”
“I’m all right.” He rested on
the edge of the bunk, his vailed eyes cast down, staring blankly at the deck.
“I know, thought you’d like to
talk.” Both men remained motionless amid a long awkward silence, neither
knowing how to start or what to say.
Crane nervously ran his slender
fingers back through his short dark hair. Lee ultimately broke the quiet. “How
do I get through this?” The words came out as a hoarse whisper, growing
stronger as he spoke. “I see her face, whenever I close my eyes.”
“Trust me, you’ll get through
this, I’ll help.”
“How do I live with the loss,
the emptiness growing in the pit of my stomach, this all-consuming ache?” In those weary words, Nelson could hear
fatigue in his voice, doubt clouded Lee’s features, how fragile he’s become.
“You do what you always do;
you’re a survivor, Lee. You get along with life. You make the best of what you
can’t change. It will all fade with time.”
“Harry, it’s as if a part of my
soul slid away with her life, Harry, I loved her so….”
“Lee, she carried away the share
of your soul that you presented to her, when you fell in love, the portion all
true love requires.”
Nelson beheld the misery that
eclipsed Lee’s eyes, knew there were times when the strong assertive Captain
would accept the older man’s support. Instinctively he walked to Lee, touched
the young man’s shoulders, drawing him in. “Right now you need to let her go.”
Nelson could feel the barriers dropping, and the trembling start in Lee’s body,
as he let go. “I’m here. I’m not leaving.”
Lee hesitated at first; reaction
began to sink in, his shaky control soon shattered into tears that held all his
pain and sorrow. “That’s it, let it go.” Nelson stood holding him as a father
to a son, until his sadness played out. Crane drew a deep breath letting it out
slowly. “Harry, I tried to save her, should have saved her.” His tone wavered
as he withdrew. In a whisper, his voice breaking, “my hands… so close.”
His sobs subsided; tension
drained as he relaxed, his former self-control began to reestablish its place.
“I don’t doubt that you did, Lee.
You did your best with the meager resources at your disposal.”
“Yet it still wasn’t good enough,
was it? She died regardless of my attempts.” Anger and sorrow welled up inside
him.
“You’re still not responsible for
her death. It was a tragic accident; the events were completely beyond your
control.” Strength reverberated in his tone, as if the weight of his words
could change what had transpired. Nelson felt certain it wasn’t over; the fact
that Crane could relate his sorrow to Nelson was a beginning. Once Crane
accepted he had been powerless to alter events, he would be capable of moving
forward with his life.
“I - I don’t know…I feel like I’m unraveling…it’s
all so unreal-can’t believe she’s gone.” Rubbing his hand over his face, all
his perceptions were being distorted by grief.
Shunting it aside, he strove for
additional stability in well-established territory, effortlessly sliding into
safety, his accustomed role as Seaview’s Captain. “Ship all right, the flying
sub, can she be repaired?”
“Seaview’s fine, Lee, flying sub’s
berthed; Kowalski and Patterson managed to repair enough damage to get her
operational. She still needs additional work but she’s aboard and we’re headed
for Pearl.”
“During repairs, did they discover
the reason she shorted out?” his need to uncover what caused the malfunction
leading to such tragic events.
“It was a faulty coupling joint on
the exterior hull. It caused a lightning strike to jump the structure into the
main circuits, blew all the breakers and most of the panels.”
“It felt as though we were hit,”
remembering the feel of the craft as its system shut down.
A snort of laughter escaped
Nelson's lips. “Indeed you were, by one of Mother Nature’s most formidable
weapons. We’ll have ample time to work through it later; right now you need
sleep above all.”
Nelson cautiously produced a vial
containing a pill; he had extracted it from his pocket. “Here, Doc gave me this, it will help you
sleep.” The Admiral countered Lee’s glare with his own. “Now don’t argue.” He
poured a glass of water from the secure carafe on the shelf above the bunk,
handing it to Crane.
“Now lay back and rest, you’re out
on your feet; you’ve hardly been able to take a breath since you came aboard.”
Lee
exhausted, nodding. “I am, tired.” A great lethargy edged over him, letting out
a grateful sigh of thanks. He slipped back onto the bunk closing his eyes.
“We’ll talk later after you’ve
rested.”
“I loved her Harry.”
“I know you did. Now it’s time for
you to rest.”
A nearly dreamless sleep caught
him almost at once.
<<><>>
Captain Lee Crane entered the control room
with his accustomed authority. He appeared immaculate, his image firmly in
place. Crane never enjoyed being idle, even though he didn’t have an official
watch, he always relished being at the heart of Seaview. He required activity
and distraction more than ever; it ultimately offered him a strong sense of
purpose. “Chip, what’s our present position?”
Chip Morton startled at Crane’s
tall figure, he straightened as he addressed Lee. “Captain.” He turned to face
the skipper. Morton never faltered from the Captain’s unexpected appearance.
“We’re about two hours out from Pearl.” Pausing. “Lee, I thought you were
resting.”
“I’ve had enough rest. Any
problems I should be aware of?”
“No, sir, nothing to report.”
Morton noted tautness in Crane, underlining his apparent calm facade.
“Lee.” Nelson walked from the observation
nose. “Have coffee with me?”
“Yes,
Admiral, I’ll be right there.” Crane sounded irritated at being pulled away. It
was still his job and his privilege to see Seaview safely into port.
“Very well Chip, Carry on.”
The Admiral beckoned towards the nose; it left
the Captain with little choice, “Sit, we should talk.”
On the table by the pot of coffee sat two
cups. Nelson poured, handing Lee a cup as Crane took a seat in one of the
chairs occupying the observation area. “What else needs to be said, Admiral?”
Crane’s
defenses stayed stubbornly in place, an undercurrent of tension lay beneath his
calm. He appeared outwardly cool and composed as always, a look everyone
including Nelson recognized as Captain Crane’s command face.
A swift frown crossed Nelson’s
features. ‘There’s that barrier again.’ “Lee.” Nelson proceeded slowly,
cautiously choosing his words. “The situation has changed since we’ve spoken.”
That caught Crane’s attention. His
perceived calm weakened, but his composure never wavered. “What could have changed?” A
deliberate emphasis on ‘changed.’ Patently a searching question
displayed as he regarded Nelson.
“We’ve received word through
Pearl, Mrs. Griffith, Dr. Griffith’s…Abby’s mother will meet us when we make
port.” Nelson desperately attempted to measure Crane’s emotional state after he
considered this new development.
“Why, for what purpose.” Dread
crept across Lee’s features, the expression became fleeting, quickly vanishing.
But Nelson noticed, he witnessed and heard Crane’s immediate discomfort at the
prospect of meeting Abby’s mother.
“Simply put, she wishes to meet
the man who was with her daughter at the end of her life. It’s obviously
important to her or she wouldn’t have made the request.” Those modest words
grazed Crane’s precarious hold on his discipline. He merely glared at Nelson.
With that look the Admiral’s
temper bordered on release; it seeped in to his timbre. “Damn it. Good God,
Lee, all the woman wants is to meet you. Is that too much to ask?”
Crane shot Nelson a sharp look,
not making a sound. The tension mounted, sparks seemed to tinge the air as
though lightning struck around them, in a great clash of wills.
“Regardless! It has been arranged, we are to
meet Mrs. Griffith in Admiral Starke’s office at Pearl, tomorrow at twelve
hundred.” He gave Crane his best Navy stare; Nelson’s stare could be as direct
as any of his words. “Lee, I’m sorry, the arrangements stand, this is not a debatable request. You will accompany
me to this meeting.” His temper flashed once again, his tone permitted no
possibility of refusal.
“Yes,
sir.” Crane matched Nelson’s stare adding his own defiance, not allowing other
emotions to surface. The Captain straightened, almost at attention, and tension
showed in his body, while steel surrounded his words. He sprang back. “With
your permission, sir, I will now see Seaview into port.” His words measured, he
didn’t pause long enough for a reply, he turned,
proceeding to the control deck. He felt the return of days of strain, it
settled over him, weighing him down, wanting only to see Seaview safely docked,
and put this all behind him. ‘Unrealistic
I know. I’ve never run away from any situation, and when it comes to it, why am
I resisting a reasonable request?’ Lee brushed the matter aside not willing
to analyze his own feelings at present.
Nelson saw the expression in
Lee’s eyes. Had he taken all this too far? He’d expected resistance, but the
force with which Crane opposed the situation, surprised even the Admiral. He
knew the entire matter would be difficult for Lee; on the other hand, it could
bring Lee a degree of closure, something Lee needed to happen. He knew Crane
would face it head on; as always, he’d shown strength in the face of adversity.
At the same time, he disliked forcing Crane into a corner, and that’s exactly
what he had managed to accomplish.
The Captain stepped towards the
plot table taking a deep breath, bringing himself back to a certain semblance
of order.
Chip couldn’t help be aware of
the altercation playing out in Seaview’s nose. However, the conversation
remained indistinct, making it difficult for him to identify the exact words.
“Lee, you okay?” Chip said softly.
Their friendship reached back to Annapolis. The Captain in his professional
life had the discipline not to display his emotions to his crew, but Chip
learned long ago, how to read his friend’s expression. Chip detected the hurt
in Crane’s eyes. ‘What had Nelson
said to Lee to evoke such a reaction?’
“I’m fine, Mr. Morton.” Crane
replied in his standard professional voice.
“Is there a problem, Lee?” Chip
knew he was forcing the issue.
“No problems, just eager to dock,”
limiting further dialogue. He knew Crane would only consent to discuss ship’s
business. Lee would never reveal his
discord with Nelson; it would be paramount to gossip, in which he wouldn’t
engage. Knowing full well the scuttlebutt was presently making its swift
journey through Seaview.
<<><>>
Admiral Jiggs Starke rose
walking around his desk to greet Nelson. “Harry, it’s good to see you, you old
sea dog,” extending his hand to Nelson.
“Good to see you Jiggs, I wish
circumstances were better,” firmly shaking Starke’s out stretched hand. Admiral
Jiggs Starke represented COMSUBPAC (Command, Submarine Force, U.S. Pacific Fleet); he remained one of Nelson’s oldest
and dearest friends. Their friendship traveled back to Annapolis, rising
together through the ranks of the old Navy.
“So do I,
Harry. So do I.” Starke eyed Lee Crane.
“Captain,” inclining his head
towards Crane.
“Admiral.” Crane acknowledged,
accustomed to the cold shoulder from Admiral Starke. Jiggs Starke strongly
disapproved of Lee Crane style of command; he tolerated Crane for Nelson’s
sake. During one of Seaview’s missions,
Admiral Starke accused Crane of insubordination and insolence towards his
superiors. Starke strongly objected to Crane’s tendency towards informality,
his lack of discipline on Seaview. Near the end of that mission, the Admiral
and the Captain had come to a mutual truce.
“Crane.” Compassion ran through
Starke’s words. “I am sorry for your loss; I understand from Harry you two were
close. Tragic accident, just tragic.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Reaching
towards his desk, Starke toggled the intercom switch. “Lieutenant, have Mrs.
Griffith escorted to my office.”
“Yes, sir.” The officer at the
other end of the intercom replied crisply.
“Well, gentlemen, you can use my
office, take as much time as you need.” As he finished, Mrs. Carolyn Griffith
stepped through the door.
Having met Mrs. Griffith while making
arrangements for her daughter’s body to be transferred to a private funeral
home, Jiggs assumed responsibility for the introductions. “Mrs. Griffith, I’d
like to introduce Admiral Harriman Nelson and Captain Lee Crane of the
submarine Seaview. Gentlemen, this is Mrs. Carolyn Griffith. Now, if you’ll all
excuse me, I have matters to attend to elsewhere on the base.”
Holding the Admiral’s gaze,
“Carolyn, please.” Taking their offered hand each in turn, “Admiral, Captain.”
Moving closer to Crane, “Captain,
as I understand, you’re the young man to thank for being with Abigail on the
island.”
“Yes, mame, I am.” Crane gripped
his cap nervously in his hands, walking his fingers around the rim.
“I’m thankful she wasn’t alone at
the end, I’m given to understand you and my daughter had become quite close.”
Lee was not sure where this was going,
steeling himself. “Yes, you’re daughter… ah…Abby and I became quite close; I
came to care for her a great deal.” ‘In fact, I loved her.’ The unspoken
thought rushed through his mind.
“I’m grateful she was with someone
who cared about her.” Carolyn Griffith’s eyes cast down.
Nelson stepped closer taking Carolyn’s arm. “Why don’t we all sit down and
be more comfortable.” He carefully guided her to the sofa along the wall.
“Yes, thank you, Admiral.”
“Oh, please call me, Harry, and
this is Lee. We can dispense with the formalities. Don’t you agree?”
“I know this must be an imposition
for you both.”
Crane replied first, to Nelson surprise “Not
at all, we understand. She’s your only child and you would like answers about
the accident and how she spent her last days.” Lee deeply stunned by the
similarities in appearance between mother and daughter. Crane sought to avoid
his obvious stare trying to avert his eyes.
“Admiral, is your submarine
staying long in Hawaii?” Not feeling comfortable employing the Admiral’s first
name.
“A few days for maintenance and
minor repairs. Then we’re headed for home in Santa Barbara. It’s been a lengthy
mission at sea.”
“Amid your repairs, would it be
possible for you and the Captain…I mean Lee, to attend the memorial service for
Abby? It will be close friends and immediate family. I know they would all like
the opportunity to meet you both.” She looked up; she held them with the same
entreating look he had seen in Abby’s eyes.
“Yes, certainly my dear lady, we
would be honored.” Nelson’s charms were conveyed in his sparkling azure eyes.
“If we wouldn’t be intruding that is.”
“No, not at all. The service will
be tomorrow afternoon at one P.M., her body will be cremated as she requested.
After the service, there will be a luncheon at the Country Club. Admiral Starke
has all the information.” Both men saw the tears well up in Mrs. Griffith’s
eyes; Crane immediately offered her his handkerchief. Taking it she patted her
face lightly. “I’m sorry, it’s all starting to get to me.
“It’s quite all right, dear lady,
we understand.” Nelson replied sympathetically.
“It was nice to have met you
both. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Swiftly she exited Admiral Starke’s office.
Nelson observed Crane closely,
seeing sadness around Lee’s hazel eyes. “Lee, are you all right?”
“Yes, Admiral…, I’ll be fine,” not
revealing his true emotional state. “I…oh, it’s nothing.” His words dropped
off.
Nelson knew his statement couldn’t
be discarded. “Yes, it is, Lee?” His
blue eyes held Lee’s gaze, an undeniable warmth flowed within.
“I was trying to imagine how Mrs.
Griffith must feel, I only knew Abby a few short days and I’m overwhelmed by
her…”
“You can clearly see her
devastation. At the same time, don’t discount your own feelings- they’re as valid
as Mrs. Griffith’s- just different.” Nelson stated, trying to draw Crane out.
“I only meant… to lose your
only daughter…” His voice trailed to a whisper, hearing the depth of his
emotion in his chosen words. Tentatively in a low tone he addressed
Nelson, “Harry…I’m... ah… grateful
you forced the issue… insisted I meet Abby’s mother.”
“I’ll not deny it. At the time it
damn near killed me to force this meeting. You needed this…this, even though
you weren’t aware of the need. I disliked pressing the matter.” With a soft
snort of laughter, the corners of his mouth lifted in a smile directed at Lee.
“Well, thanks. I knew it must have been difficult.” Returning the gesture, Lee
acknowledged the Admiral’s intentions, of always putting his best interests
first.
“I should say it was, lad, I
should say it was.” Clasping Lee’s arm, “Will you be all right at the service
tomorrow?”
“I think... I will.”
“Well then, let’s find Jiggs, and
get the information we require. Then check in on Chip, and obtain a progress
report on repairs.”
<<><>>
Captain
Lee Crane and Admiral Harriman Nelson had been warmly welcomed to the small
gathering of family and friends. Crane had been pleased by the tribute to Abby.
The warm feelings conveyed in the words spoken put joy in his heart. She had
been well loved. He discovered she had not only been a great lover of all
animals, but a woman who loved her own life. Several of her friends had
inquired regarding Lee and Abby’s relationship. With difficulty, Lee had
related the story of the island and Abby’s tragic death.
Many
questions had been asked regarding the Seaview and her numerous adventures. The
officer’s did their best to answer without compromising security.
As they had departed the service, Lee had
been filled with loving memories intermixed with great sadness.
Carolyn
Griffith had spoken at length with Lee, confirming her initial trust in the
Captain. Getting to know Lee Crane had been a privilege. He spoke softly of her
daughter and the love he kept in his heart. He gave voice to the love that they
shared, that same love, if it had a chance, would have built them a future.
Her
final request stunned Crane; it gave him pause as it stood as a tribute to Lee
and Abby’s love. She had chosen Lee,
above all others, including herself, to undertake the last task. And he would
perform that duty with honor and pride, a final act of their brief abiding
love.
Seaview rose and fell in the calm swells
of the blue Pacific, holding station five miles out from Pearl Harbor, well
away from customary shipping lanes.
In Seaview’s control room Captain Crane
stood in his dress uniform, cap, tucked firmly under his arm. He quietly
ordered, “Crack the deck hatch, Mr. Morton.”
Morton relayed the order to the seaman
standing watch. Turning to Crane, “Lee, are you all right?”
“Yes, I’ll be fine, Chip.” A touch of a
reassuring smile creased his lips as he set his cap on his dark head.
The seamen above agilely slid down the
ladder, returning to the steel deck, smartly shifting aside making way for the
captain.
Crane moved to ascend; Nelson handed him a
grey cylindrical container. ”Lee,” touching the young man’s shoulder. “I’m
fine, Admiral, thanks.” Other than the consistent ping of sonar, a hush
descended over the control room.
Moving up the metal rungs slowly, all eyes fixed sadly on the Captain. His
progress tracked by every man on duty. Reaching the top, he emerged stepping
lightly onto the bridge. The deck swayed beneath his feet, warm salt drenched
gusts raced about him, snaring Lee’s jacket and cap as he walked to the
perimeter of the sail. The copper sun hovered low above the quiet ocean waves.
Golden hues streaked across its surface swells. Opening the urn, he hesitated; then, he
spilled its content onto the gentle wisps of the wind over the open sea. Lee
stood silent, gazing over the ocean’s apparent infinite expanse, heedful of the
sea’s unpredictable nature, its vast indiscriminate power, the ability to throw
two random souls together. Those memories and his love would forever live deep
within his heart. Lee stepped back allowing the gentle ocean breeze to wick
away the moisture of an unshed tear; he said a quiet, unspoken goodbye.
<<><>>
Captain Lee Crane stood in the observation
nose of his first love, Seaview. He stared blankly out the windows, unaware of
the silver streaked image of water flickering through Seaview’s forward
viewports or the quiet efficiency of the crew in the control room aft. Vacantly
he watched, as his mind ran back through time, struggling to digest the events
of past days. Lee appeared exhausted; a gentle sadness encompassed his face,
the ever present sparkle absent from his eyes. His world had been born and
shattered in such a brief span. More than a week had passed since...Lee
tore himself away from the thought; instinctively he thrust it down where it
belonged- in the past. Striving with no avail to consign all such disturbances
into the deepest recesses of his mind, he lacked the ability to obliterate the
haunting experiences. He discovered the intense imageries would remain at bay
for hours. Suddenly they would awaken; a deluge of unexpected residual emotion
would threaten to overwhelm him, his heart ached at his renewed memories. He sighed
within, wishing the visions he strived so desperately to dispel didn’t hover so
close to the surface. His only consolation, Seaview. Immersing himself inside
the last refuge in which he felt safe, he relished the feel of his ship, his
crew and Harriman Nelson a singular constant within his life.
In the control room Chip Morton stood
beside Nelson, speaking in a low tone. “Admiral, will the Skipper be all
right?” Filtering through his voice a deep concern, a sentiment shared by the
entire crew. Chip’s eyes were both worried and searching as he set his gaze
once again upon his best friend.
“In time, Chip, in time. The Captain is
finding his own way out of the grief. Seaview even now fills his heart. The
Captain’s life and his love are Seaview and the sea. He will love them long
after the memories of Abigail Griffith have faded.” Nelson never understood the
truth in his statement. Lee never let slip his recollection of the dream, not
once confiding in another living soul. He found it difficult to accept its
message, not fitting into his perception of reality, strangely though it
offered him comfort.
Lt. Commander Chip Morton cleared his throat.
“Lee,” Morton whispered. Breaking into Crane’s introspection, Lee turned,
emitting a quiet sigh. Chip’s call summoned the Captain back to the present,
Seaview and the duties at hand.
Tho’
lost to sight, to memory dear thou ever wilt remain; George Linley
Tis
said that absence conquers love; but oh believe it not! I’ve tried, alas! Its
power to prove, but thou art not forgot.
Jean Ingelow - “Sailing Beyond Seas.”
The End
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