The Cold Friction of Command and the Weight of Saltwater Iron on a Disgraced Deck
CHAPTER 1: THE FRICTION OF EXPOSURE “Pick it up, officer, before you disgrace this deck any further.” The admiral’s voice was dry, a gravelly rasp that barely carried over the steady hiss of rain against the gray steel superstructure. He did not shout. Men who spent forty years holding the lives of thousands in their…