Target Alaska Rescue

"OK, but keep quiet about it." Sean stood; Juliana sat while the ship pulled along side the lifeboat. Two people were on deck, one a tall white man who was holding a gun, the other a slightly smaller black man who was giving instructions.

Once alongside the lifeboat, the black man shouted, "What can we do for you?"

Sean gave the vessel a once-over, evaluating his options. "We had to abandon our yacht when it caught fire, and used this small dinghy for shelter. We were able to radio the Coast Guard before the yacht sank. We're glad to see anyone at this late hour. My wife would surely like to be in a warm cabin rather than this floating rubber tube."

"You're welcome to join us. We'll be heading back to shore shortly; we were just finishing some late night checks of crab traps when we spotted your flare. I am Captain Wilfred Niro. Sorry for the rifle, but you can never be too sure - or safe." Turning toward the tall white man, he said, "Mickey, put the rifle below and hang the ladder for our guests."

Sean helped Juliana up the ladder before gathering their meager gear and heading up himself. Once aboard, Juliana turned to the rugged but quite handsome captain, and greeted him in her most pleasant manner, "Thank-you for your assistance. Could you show me the a place where I can warm up?"