Just at dusk, a light mist shrouded the waters south of Guam. The sea wind murmured, and the waves slapped against the hull, giving off a rhythmic, muffled "pa-pa" sound.
The Polaris research vessel and the Watson vehicle carrier quietly approached each other.
These two behemoths, like ghosts in the night, each left the protection of their formation, deliberately slowing their speed, maintaining a distance of two or three nautical miles, and sailing side by side.
On the radar screen, their signal points slowly converged. The lights on the ships were intentionally dimmed, leaving only a few navigation lights flickering faintly in the mist, like ghostly fires.
On the bridge of the Watson, Captain Bell stood by the porthole, clutching his binoculars tightly as he carefully judged the ship opposite. His eye bags were large and dark, indicating he hadn't slept well these past few days.
