Free Dirk Pitt 1 - Pacific Vortex by Clive Cussler Page A

Boland replied. “There are a lot of respected scientists who feel there is something to it.”
    “So you're a skeptic?” Hunter asked Pitt.
    “ Im strictly along for the ride. I believe only what I can see, smell, and touch.”
    Hunter looked and sounded resigned. “Gentlemen, it makes no damned difference what our opinions are. It's the facts that count; and that's what we're going to pursue as long as I command the 101st Fleet Our job is to salvage. And right now, our primary job is to find and raise the Starbuck. We got entangled in this Pacific Vortex myth only because of the strange circumstances surrounding the message from Commander Dupree. If we can clear up the mystery of the Starbuck's loss while solving the disappearance of other ships over the years, so much the better for the maritime freight and shipping industries. If the Russians or Chinese get their hands on her before we do, it's going to piss off a lot of people in Washington. ”
    “Particularly the Navy Department,” Boland added.
    Hunter nodded. “The Navy Department and every scientific research lab and engineering firm that worked for years planning and constructing the most advanced nuclear submarine afloat The people who poured their sweat and labor into the Starbuck won't take it kindly if it turns up tied to a Soviet pier in Vladivostok.”
    “Are there any similarities between the Starbucks disappearance and the other ships and planes that have been lost?” Pitt asked.
    “I'll answer your question, Major.” Boland's tone was cutting. “To begin with, unlike the Bermuda Triangle, there are no instances of aircraft lost over the Pacific Vortex. And secondly, when there are no survivors, lifeboats, bodies, or floating debris, there is no way to make a connection. The only link between the submarine and the other missing vessels is that they all disappeared within a well-defined sector of the Pacific Ocean.”
    Denver leaned over and touched Pitt on the arm. “Except for the message capsule you discovered on the Kaena Point Beach, there is only one other piece of evidence seen by man.”
    Pitt said: “Admiral Sandecker mentioned such an exception.”
    “The Lillie Marlene,” Hunter said quietly. “An incident that is even more extraordinary than the Mary Celeste.” Hunter opened a drawer and fumbled around for a moment. “There isn't much to it, only a few pages.” He handed a file folder to Pitt and, in the same motion, hit the intercom and grunted into it “Yager, bring us some coffee.”
    Pitt settled into his chair, noted the title on the folder, and began reading:
    The Strange Disaster of the S.S. Littie Marlene On the afternoon of July 10, 1968, the S.S. LMie Marlene, a former British torpedo boat converted to a private yacht, left the port of Honolulu and set a course northwest of the island of Oahu for the express purpose of filming a lifeboat scene for a movie under the direction of Herbert Verhusson, internationally recognized film producer and registered owner of the ship. The sea was calm and the weather fair with a few scattered clouds; a wind blew from the northeast at approximately four knots.
    At 2050 hours on July 13, the Coast Guard station at Makapuu Point and the Naval Communications Center at Pearl Harbor, picked up a distress call from the ship, followed by a position. Air rescue at Hickam Field was alerted, and Naval and Coast Guard ships set out from Oahu. After the Mayday calls continued for twelve minutes, there was silence, broken by the final and mysterious words from the Lillie Marlene: “They come out of the mist The captain, first mate dead. Crew fighting. No chance. Too many. Passengers first to go. No one, even women, spared.” Then came an incoherent sentence. “A ship sighted on the southern horizon. Oh God! If only it arrives in time. Mr. Verhusson dead. They're coming for me now. No more time. They hear the radio. Do not blame the captain. He could not have known. They are pounding in the