Whatever the Cost

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The sun seared an orange fireball across the darkening crimson sky, hovering close to the horizon as it spread the last of its rays across the Strait of Malacca.

Captain Yang Yaobang leaned forward to peer out of the bridge’s wrap-around windows, watching the sun dropping low ahead of his ship, the Fu Yu Shan. He had to stare past the three gigantic cranes which were lined up across the bow, but he could still make out the huge orange disk, and the wonderful effect it had on the sky. Sunsets, he reflected, were truly glorious in this exotic area, and he doubted that he would ever tire of them.

Unable to remain in the enclosed bridge while nature was performing its dance across the skies, he left his Officer of the Watch in charge, and stepped outside.

Even at this hour, the heat hit him hard after the air-conditioned comfort of the bridge, but the sensation was pleasant, a faint breeze cooling the heat on his skin.

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