By Sunday morning, the gale-force storm had dissipated into a gentle spring mist, and the white cliffs of Dover were bathed in pale, golden sunlight. At the deep-water harbor of Dover, naval escort cutters from the British Royal Navy and the French Marine Nationale formed a double ceremonial escort line, sounding their horns in continuous, deafening salutes as the *Cross Atlantic* glided into port, safely delivering the disabled tanker *Stolt…
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