The maneuver required to intercept a drifting three-hundred-meter oil tanker in ninety-knot gales and forty-foot waves was a feat of seamanship that bordered on the impossible. On the bridge of the *Cross Atlantic*, Captain de Boer’s weathered hands were steady on the dual thruster controls, but the tension was thick enough to choke on. "We have to come within forty meters of her stern to catch the rocket line, Mr.…
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