William S. Schaill - Sea Stories

Square Sails, Cannons, Pirates, Terrorists, Deep Sea Diving, Murder, Intrigue

Historical Fiction
Fiction
A decaying undersea station is caught in the middle of a catastrophic Cold War incident.
Retired naval diver Al Madeira is hired to salvage a highly radioactive Soviet submarine.
Al Madeira is hired to salvage a treasure galleon. The Cubans try to stop him.
The Trident Force must identify and disable an insane terrorist before he can destroy an Antarctic cruise ship.
The Trident Force fights murderous Somali pirates and a Saudi plot to import their own nuclear arsenal.
The Trident Force must neutralize a PLO master terrorist before he turns the Mediterranean red with blood.

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The blast erupted through the bilges under her house-sized diesel, its concussion instantly killing the assistant chief engineer and the one technician who’d stayed behind a few fatal seconds to secure some valves. The device had already broken the ship’s back even before the cool blue waters of the Bay of Naples geysered in behind the explosion’s scorching, white-hot gasses.

* * *

He returned his attention to the ship again. Yes, she was continuing to turn slowly in the wrong direction and the smoke was continuing to ooze out. She was like a man – or woman – who’d been carefully and skillfully beaten. There was next to no external evidence yet that, after staggering a minute or two, the victim would fall and never recover.

* * *

As far as Nichols could see, the Algerian crew, who were leaning over the combing, were laughing their asses off at the circus that must have been taking place before their eyes.

* * *

“You talk like an American sometimes. We at Hamas are Palestinian Sunnis. Hezbollah is Lebanese Shia.”

“That’s a ridiculous thing to say.”

* * *

Outside the bank’s stone walls, the people of Lebanon practiced muzzle-blast politics.

* * *

A slight movement of h is eyes allowed him to spot a shape slipping over the bulwark where the aft dock line came aboard. He looked forward and saw no sign of Ted. Since he hadn’t heard a splash, the SEAL must also be aboard. Mike waited another minute, listening for any sign that Ray or Ted had been spotted and giving them time to secure their immediate vicinity. Then, moving as quickly and quietly as possible, he ran up the brow at a crouch, with Alex and Jerry right behind.

* * *

“They’ve shot Moustafa Tibi,” shouted what appeared to be the leader, a wild expression twisting his face. “You must save him.”

“Put him on that examining table, there,” directed Penny. One glance at the bloody mess told her there was nothing the Universal Lifeline Clinic, or any other group of mortals, could do for the patient.