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“We’re going to handle this properly.” Scarlett looked at him. “Then use it,” she said. “Call someone.” That was the first thing everyone agreed with. Captain Harris nodded once. “Alright.” He moved toward the radio. The deck went quieter again. Everyone watched. He adjusted the frequency carefully. Then spoke. “This is Captain Harris.” “We are a disabled passenger vessel.” “We have lost engine power and are drifting at sea.” “Requesting assistance.” Static answered him. Scarlett folded her arms