<strong>Chief Petty Officer Joseph Harden</strong><br/><br/>Before him and Zanovic had ushered the girls into the boat, Joseph had taken the time to answer the little redheaded “skipper” captain.<strong> “I’m afraid we have neither the time nor the authorization to salvage your ship, ma’am. Our orders are simply to return all the passenger of your boat to ours. The captain will tell you everything else you need to know.”</strong>The more they neared the Triton, the more Joseph realized that the Hawk’s decision would turn out an unmitigated disaster. Already Zanovic – who was one of the more disciplined sailors on board – was stealing glances at the Asian girl’s cleavage. How on earth the captain hoped to contain a couple of hundred red-blooded men who hadn’t even seen a woman in the last few months was a mystery to him. Would the old iron-eater finally overplay his hand?<br/><br/>It wasn’t his problem to worry about, at least not once he got the women in front of the captain. Zanovic and him helped the five girls on board of the Triton and then lead them inside the submarine. Once they arrived at the stateroom, he dismissed Zanovic – not before stressing the need for discretion again, likely in vain. After that he buzzed on the button next to the bulkhead door to let his presence be known. He stepped out of the way to let the women pass.<strong> “Please ladies, our captain is waiting inside, he will answer any questions you might have.” </strong>After the women had filed into the room, Joseph followed them in.<strong> “Captain… the civilian vessel has been evacuated as per orders.” <br/></strong>