11 The storm had grown while they slept. What had been ugly flying the previous night had become a named tropical storm by mid-afternoon. Their naming system here was ARB for Arabian Sea and a number. But even if it wasn’t named Ursula or Betty Boop, this storm was nasty. By the time they awoke in the evening, the storm still wasn’t making landfall anywhere. Instead it was boiling upward from the heart of the Arabian Sea. Of course, that’s when the call came in. An oil tanker, the Sepeda, registered out of Jakarta, was being chased by pirates. That meant the tanker crew had about ten minutes, perhaps twenty, before they were boarded. The Sepeda was more than thirty minutes from the nearest help, which was aboard the USS Peleliu. Nobody took time to clear their meal trays. They bolted fr