At the fifty-foot platform an instructor swam out and around him, waving his arms to indicate that March was moving up at the correct speed. As he broke the surface he felt fine, as if one of the last acts at New London had been accomplished. Stan and Scott followed him quickly, and then the three of them were presented with the special diplomas, decorated with pictures of Winnie and Minnie, stating that they had made the hundred-foot escape.
As March and Stan walked back to their quarters, March said, “Now I feel ready for anything!”
And waiting for him were his orders—to report in two weeks to Baltimore, Maryland, for duty aboard the new submarine, Kamongo.
CHAPTER EIGHT
KAMONGO
“Kamongo?” Stan exclaimed, holding in his hands the orders which directed him to the same ship. “What kind of fish is that?”
“Never heard of it,” March said. “They’re building so many subs these days that they’re running out of fish to name them after. Let’s ask the Exec tonight at mess.”
Captain Sampson knew about the Kamongo.
“A very important creature,” he said. “If there hadn’t been a Kamongo, we probably wouldn’t be here today.”