Lina

*Lina looked at the target boat and the steersman adjusted their course. The air was filled with ocean spray mixed with the smell of gasoline. The sound of the engine roared, resonating with the beating hearts of Lina’s team getting ready. They had to cut the poaching boats drift nets without the navy getting them red handed. Lina checked the presence of other boats on the automatic identification system display.* We are clear, let’s go !