Captain s ChoiceChapter 6 Discovery
True to his word, I heard the snarl of Jerry's plane just before seven on Saturday morning. Del and I were on the dock, coffee thermos in hand and ready for a full morning of searching. I watched Jerry drift the sleek float plane near the narrow end of the dock, cut the engine and step onto the pontoon. I caught the line he threw to tether the plane and tied it off to the nearest cleat. "Mornin' Jerry," I said. "Mornin," he replied. "Did you hear about the explosion last...