Beckett peered out into the fog, squinting at the lump of island that grew in the distance. Soon, it would begin. He rubbed his thumb against the side of his forefinger anxiously as the interminable distance between the Endeavor and the Isla de Burro Travieza shortened.
“Lieutenant Greitzer!” His voice seemed weakened
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