<strong>Joseph Harden</strong><br/><br/>With the boat brought to the surface, Harden and the rest of the men just barely got the boat in the water in time to avoid meeting the horny flock of men that soon poured into the space they had been occupying. MacHeath had them briefly following the sub’s course before veering off to the North. The Chief looked around the boat at its other occupants. The four girls, each in a different state of disrobe and dishevelment.  The other three officers… who unlike Harden hadn’t disgraced themselves yet. And the six men they deemed trustworthy enough to bring along. Six could have been eight had Harden not so badly misjudged Vinci and Zanovic. The thought of the pair of failed guards also brought his mind back to Mari. He moved closer to the girl and put one of the blankets he had brought along over her shoulders.<strong>“You should lay down, you’ll catch less of the wind like that."</strong><br/><br/>With most of them rowing, the submarine soon disappeared out of their sight. It was a slight blessing that the sea was relatively calm, as Harden didn’t want to risk facing a storm in their boat. It was sturdy enough to withstand a beating, but it certainly wasn’t designed for weeks in wild water. Harden moved closer to the Commander and inquired.<strong>“Sir, did you have an idea of our position around the time we had to abandon ship?” </strong>Harden had to admit that he only had a very general idea of their location, based on the timing of MacHeath’s course change and the amount of time that had passed since then.<br/>