Dragon

Chapter Two The horrible stench and the shocking sight staggered Steen. It took him a full minute to recover. Then he pushed the chair with its hideous owner off to one side and leaned over the radio.Fortunately the digital frequency dial was labeled in Arabic numerals. After a few minutes of trial and error, he found the correct switches and hailed Captain Korvold on the Narvik.Korvold answered immediately. "Come in, Mr. Steen," he replied formally. "What have you discovered?""Something sinister has happened here, Captain. So far we've found a deserted ship with one body, that of the radio operator, who was burned beyond recognition.""Is there fire on board?""No sign. The computerized automated control system shows only green lights on its fire warning systems.""Any indication as to why the crew took to the boats?" asked Korvold."Nothing obvious. They seemed to have left in a panic after attempting to scuttle the ship."Korvold's mouth tightened, his knuckles turned ivory as he squeezed the phone. "Say again.""The sea cocks were turned and jammed open. Andersson is working to close them now.""Why on earth would the crew scuttle a sound ship with thousands of new cars on board?" Korvold asked vaguely."The situation must be viewed with suspicion, sir. Something on board is abnormal. The body of the radio operator is ghastly. He looks like he was roasted on a spit.""Do you wish the ship's doctor to come over?""Nothing the good doctor can do here except perform a post- mortem.""Understood," replied Korvold. "I'll remain on station for another thirty minutes before I leave to search for the missing boats.""Have you contacted the company, sir?""I've held off until you're certain none of the original crew is alive to challenge our salvage claim. Finish your investigation. As soon as you're satisfied the ship is deserted I'll transmit a message to our company director notifying him of our taking possession of the Divine Star.""Engineer Andersson is already at work closing the sea cocks and pumping her dry. We have power and should be under way shortly.""The sooner the better," said Korvold. "You're drifting toward a British oceanographic survey vessel that's holding a stationary position.""How far?""Approximately twelve kilometers.""They're safe enough."Korvold could think of little else to say. At last he said simply, "Good luck, Oscar. Make port safely." And then he was gone.Steen turned from the radio, his eyes avoiding the mutilated body in the chair. He felt a cold shudder grip him. He half expected to see the spectral captain of the Flying Dutchman pacing the bridge. There was nothing as morbid as a deserted ship, he thought grimly.He ordered Sakagawa to hunt up and translate the ship's log. The two remaining seamen he sent to search the auto decks while he systematically went through the crew's quarters. He felt as though he was walking through a haunted house.Except for a few bits of scattered clothing, it looked as if the crew might return at any minute. Unlike the mess on the bridge, everything seemed lived in and ordinary. In the captain's quarters there was a tray with two teacups that had miraculously failed to fall on the deck during the storm, a uniform laid out on the bed, and a pair of highly polished shoes side by side on the carpeted deck. A framed picture of a woman and three teenage sons had dropped flat on a neat and clean desk.Steen was hesitant to pry into other men's secrets and their memories. He felt like an uninvited intruder.His foot kicked something lying just under the desk. He leaned down and picked up the object. It was a nine-millimeter pistol. A double-action Austrian Steyr GB. He pushed it into the waistband of his pants.The chiming of a wall-mounted chronometer startled him, and he swore he felt his hair rise. He finished his search and beat a quick path back to the bridge.SakCussler, Clive is the author of 'Dragon' with ISBN 9780671742768 and ISBN 0671742760.