The canal was so narrow that most ships would not dare enter it and none would even think about going in without a pilot. Oregon was not most ships nor was she like any other. Her wide bulk barely fit in the canal as she entered, her bridge wings having just feet to spare from the cold wet rock that lined either side of the canal. Up ahead were a series of bridges, designed not to raise up when a ship passed like most traditional draw bridges did, but instead to drop down and rest on top of the sediment while a ship passed over them. Oregon had to hand it to the Greeks, they knew their engineering.

As Oregon sailed along she monitored the radio. Juan was busy from the sound of things and if the alarms were anything to go by, Plan A had just been shot, perhaps literally! As Linda's team returned with Max Hanley's son, Oregon sensed not all was quite right.

"Okay, give me the bad news." She said.

"Juan's creating a diversion." Linda replied.

Oregon bit back a groan. Less than a week ago, Juan had pulled an ace out of his pocket with a stunt that had Oregon fighting not to faint. "Plan C?" She asked. Linda nodded and the freighter groaned again.

She was not surprised when she had to push to full throttle, heading straight for the bridges. Now mind, she would've had to plow straight through them anyways but now there was more of a sense of urgency. Juan was headed for the rendeavous point and Oregon could not afford to be late.

She came up to the first bridge, her armored bow striking it with all the force of an 11,000 ton freighter doing 10 knots. She dare not risk going faster in such a tight waterway. The bridge was no match and a little quick burst from Oregon's magnetos and it gave way. Splitting in two, Oregon rode over the top of it as it fell, sending it slamming into the sediment with a snap of its cables.

Up ahead she could see the second bridge maybe a few hundred yards away and Juan with, shit! He had at least 3 vehicles on his tail and while he was doing a brilliant job of avoiding the bullets fired at him, even he could not dodge forever. Oregon increased her forward speed to 15 knots, knowing she would be cutting it close. If she was just half a second off, Juan would be smashed into a paste between her bulk and the canal wall.

The second bridge screamed as her bow sliced into it, this one not giving as easily as the first. Oregon's momentum pushed her bow clear of the water and for a second she sat on top of it, suspended half in the air like some kind of propped up museum display, then the bridge's internal supports gave way and the cables snapped with a shriek of wailing metal. Oregon didn't expect it to give way when it did and was unbalanced as it came down. She rolled slightly, her flank scraping the canal wall which earned a few groans from her as she wouldn't deny that that maneuver left her with a few bruises. "Nothing a bit of paint won't fix." She thought, seeing the irony in a ship seemingly as dilapidated as her seeing a proper paint job. Of course her definition of proper differed greatly from most ships'.

Juan was almost directly above her and Oregon quickly got her ballast tanks into trim, lining herself up perfectly with the stretch of rim he was at. Originally, the plan called for Oregon to stop, lower her gangplank and let Juan walk across. That wasn't going to work now. He was almost out of gas and his 'pals' from earlier were closing in.

"Oregon, open your boat garage." He ordered.

"Why would I do that?" She wondered even as she complied with his order. Then it hit her and her eyes widened. "You crazy son of a...!"

Juan's vehicle soared off the edge of the rim at 50 mph, just barely making it into the garage. One of the following cars wasn't so lucky and Oregon took some pleasure in feeling it break against her hull even if she would have a nasty scar there. Exciting the canal, she increased speed to 30 knots, just slow enough to ensure a comfortable ride for her crew while at the same time ensuring she'd be out of Greek waters by daybreak. After this latest fiasco, a visit by the Coast Guard was the last thing she wanted!

She turned her attention to her crazy captain. "Juan Rodriguez Cabrillo." She growled.

Juan knew that his ship only used his full name when she was beyond angry and he gulped, knowing just how screwed he was. "Yes?" He tried in the sweetest, kindest tone he could manage. It didn't save him.

For the next 3 hours, Oregon gave him the hardest, loudest, harshest chewing out he had ever heard! He was actually quite pleased with her despite being the target of her chewing out. She would make even his old drill instructors blush.

Finally, Oregon took a deep breath and said in a perfectly calm voice "No more Plan C's for at least a reasonable amount of time."

"No promises that I won't have to use one." He replied.

"I said reasonable dammit!"