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“Grab him!” Tad shouted with what little air was left in his body after the hard hit.
Two hands reached down from above and grabbed the collar of the guy. Tad wasn’t sure if the guy was still alive, but he’d gotten him out of the maelstrom.
His helo had been fully loaded so he’d waved them ashore. Since then he’d been swimming from body to body until he found a live one. Then he set out with everything he had left to reach the MLB he’d spotted playing a game of dodgeball with a cluster of containers.
Ten minutes of hard swimming he was nearly played out.
On the next wave, the guy he’d rescued was floated right out of his hands and up onto the flying bridge.
In moments, the guy was strapped into the spare seat behind the two pilot positions.
Then the assistant bosun looked back ove
