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The Atlantic was a churning cauldron of slate-grey water and white foam. The Vesper cut through the swells with a violent, jarring rhythm that made every weld in the hull groan. On the radar, a massive signature had appeared—not a ship, but a floating fortress made of lashed-together tankers and refurbished oil platforms.
This was The Grave, the mobile capital of the Corsairs.
"They’ve locked onto our signature," Marcus shouted over the roar of the gale. "They’re painting us with fire-control radar, Julian! If we don't transmit the parley code in thirty seconds, they’ll turn this boat into a reef."