Mike's eyes stared frantically at the radar screen hoping for a green dot to flash and disappear and then flash again as the radar's beam completed the full circle. But nothing appeared. He had just gotten off the phone with Navcom, who reported Mohammed Ahmen was the majority owner of an Australian fishing fleet based out of Darwin. Mike was pacing on the bridge, his thoughts constantly flashing back to the boat deck, to Kate…Kate. A knife cutting into her body, her eyes looking right at him….her fear. He swallowed his own fear down, and barked;

"RO, have you got that list of vessels owned by Ahmen?"

"Yes sir. There are twelve in his fleet sir."

"Twelve!" Mike's voice rang out across the bridge in disbelief.

"Yes sir, twelve. Five are currently in port, with another seven at sea sir. But only three are reportedly meant to be in the vicinity…The Maurader, The Hunter and The Newton."

"The Newton?" Swaino's eyes we're overcome with an expression of knowing as he looked at the Boss. His own head was still pounding from where Cruise had knocked him out, but he stayed on the bridge, he felt in some ways responsible. He should have been more careful.

"Spit it out Swain."

"Sir the Newton, it's possible….maybe that was what Madeline Cruise was trying to say before she went unconscious."

"Why would she give us the name of the ship?" The CO almost spat the words out at his Coxswain. "Clearly she's been playing a subversive role in all of this."

"I dunno sir, maybe she didn't know what she was saying? She was pretty out to it when we first got her on board."

"Well, we don't have a lot of other options. Get Coastwatch in the air as soon as dawn breaks, I want to find that ship!"

Mike returned to his cabin to collect his thoughts together. He ran a tired hand over his face, and looked in the mirror. He almost didn't recognize himself. Several hours had already passed since he watched the X disappear into the darkness and daylight had dawned already over the hull of his ship, warming the grey decks, steam rising where the heat of the morning sun hit the cold steel. His forehead was creased in a frown, his eyes showing the worry that he felt throughout his entire body. He sighed, and sat down on his rack for the first time since he awoke to the X's frantic calls several hours earlier. His legs weakened as a momentary wave of fear coursed down through his body. He should have been on the boat deck first. God. What if…he didn't want to think about it.

At that moment came a quick knock at the door and Dutchy poked his head into the boss's cabin. "Sir, Coastwatch have some coordinates for us on The Newton." He looked at his CO, who regaining his composure, cleared his throat and started for the bridge.

"She'll be ok sir," Dutchy said quiety, giving the boss a knowing look as he stepped out of his cabin.

"Let's hope so, Dutchy. I just wish..." His voice broke softely as he trailed off..."if anything happens to her." Dutchy placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"It won't boss. We'll just have to make sure that we get there in time."

The Captain nodded quietly, and they made their way quickly up to the bridge.

On the bridge, the Captain barked out the order to steer in the direction of the Newton's last known position, "How far to steam, Charge."

"Six hours give or take sir."

Six hours! Mike looked at his watch, everyone on the bridge reading the look passing over his face. He snapped back out of it and snapped back to Charge.

"I don't want give or take Charge, I want full power. Give me all she's got."

"Yes sir!"

And with that the Hammersley surged forward through the seas, leaving a tremendous swell and turbid water bursting in her wake.