The sun was rising once more by the time Gail arrived at the Bush. She hadn’t even had time to discover which ship she’d landed on in her transit to the Peleliu they’d moved her along so fast.
Looking up from the small Zodiac boat that Sly had used to deliver her, she was monstrous. The CVN-76 displaced a hundred thousand tons to Peleliu’s forty. Her six-thousand person crew would need two Pelelius and they still wouldn’t fit aboard. And instead of carrying a mere eight highly specialized helicopters, though she could load on twenty if needed, the George H.W. Bush carried nearly a hundred jet fighters and heavy-lift helos.
Sly pulled them up to the floating dock that hung down her side and tied off. The sea was calm enough for them to leave the boat here and climb the stairs up to the mi
