Never had BARB taken such a beating. Her single screw drummed air when it lifted clear. The impact of the stern and sail planes slamming back into the waves sent shudders through the hull. "Let's go." Rushing and Torpedoman Steve Glasgow climbed the pitching bridge trunk. As Rushing opened the hatch to the cockpit, wind whistled and water slopped in. The men clambered through. It was dark. Wind-driven rain and salt spray stung their faces. They careened to the four compass points as mountainous waves tossed the ship like a canoe riding rapids. They had to yell to be heard above the storm's roar. Their course toward the survivors was now with the seas.
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