The rescue was a delicate dance. Elias had to hover the heavy aircraft in a crosswind while the winch cable fought against the gale. One by one, the sailors were hoisted into the warm belly of the plane.
The cockpit of the "Cormorant-4," a custom-built twin-engine search and rescue plane, smelled of diesel and recycled air. For Captain Elias Thorne, this was the smell of home. Outside the reinforced glass, the North Atlantic was a churning grey void, swallowed by a storm that version 1.6.5 of the world had made more unpredictable than ever. FГЎjl: Stormworks.Build.and.Rescue.v1.6.5.Incl.A...
"Contact," crackled the radio. It was the lighthouse at Sawyer Isles. "We have a distress beacon five miles north of the refinery. A cargo ship, the Iron Whale , is taking on water. Its engines are dead." The rescue was a delicate dance