There was no immediate response. A few crew members leaned over the rail, wary. Katherine continued, “We’re in the area collecting sonar and temperature readings for the coastal biodiversity project. Your ship’s stationary position is perfect for our sampling equipment. We respectfully request permission to come aboard for an hour.”
Several quiet moments passed before a man appeared at the upper deck—gruff, broad-shouldered, and suspicious. He peered down with furrowed brows, saying nothing at first. Then, finally: “What agency did you say you’re with?” His tone was clipped, but Katherine caught the trace of caution in his voice.