foreword
December 22nd, 1963. 1:16 am. (Atlantic Ocean)
Cold water sloshes onto our lifeboat. Some whisper prayers, Others sing softly, but most are silent as the night. Only hours ago, all was well. Like a wonderful dream had been ripped apart by a piercing blade, and now all is chaos. The Stygian night broken by a bright red light on the horizon. The remains of a once grand vessel. The magnificent TSMS Lakonia. The pride of the Greek line. Gone. In absentia…