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While Holly was still on the phone, Miranda had led Master Sergeant Pierre Jones out onto the stone quay, nose-to-tail with the Hercules. The big plane had flipped end-for-end, landing on its back with the rear closest to land. That placed the tail closest to Pierre’s and Miranda’s noses.
The remains of the plane’s nose were at the ocean end of the quay. The remains of the rear end of the cargo bay were the closest piece to land. The broken off tail section still remained in the water nearly two hundred feet off the end of the stone, only a lone fin sticking above the water like a dead, giant shark.
“Did you observe any problems with the weather?”
Pierre squinted down at her, then waved a hand at the sky. “Clear and calm. So calm, there isn’t even any real wave action.”
Miranda kne
