The captain ordered his first mate to get the ship under way. He invited his guests to his cabin and pulled a bottle of vodka from a cabinet.

“How long before we make landfall?” Austin said.

“We'll be off Ivory Island in about two hours,” the captain said.

“Then we'll pass on the vodka for now. Can we get to the island any sooner?”

The captain's eyes narrowed. NUMA or not, he was still annoyed at the directive to change course and head back to the island. The order from Naval Command had been to accommodate his visitors in whatever way they asked, but he didn't have to be happy about it.

“Yes, of course, if we increase speed,” he said. “But I am not used to strangers telling me how fast to run my ship.”

Austin couldn't miss the sour note in the captain's tone. “Maybe we'll take that vodka after all. What do you say, Joe?”

“Sun's over the yardarm somewhere,” Zavala said.

The captain poured three shot glasses full to the brim and passed them around. They clinked glasses, and the NUMA men tossed down their drinks, impressing the captain, who had expected—even hoped—that his guests would gag on the high-octane liquor.

Austin complimented him on his vodka, and then said, “We apologize for diverting your ship, Captain, but it's important that we get to Ivory Island as soon as humanly possible.”

“But if you are in a hurry, why didn't you just fly there in the seaplane?”

“We'd like to arrive without our presence being detected,” Austin said.

Ivanov responded with a loud guffaw. “The Kotelny is not exactly invisible.”

“A valid point. It's important that the ship stay out of visual range of the island. We'll go the rest of the way on our own.”

“As you wish. Ivory Island is a remote place. The only people you will see are some scientists on a crazy expedition to clone woolly mammoths.”

“We know about the expedition,” Austin said. “That's the reason we're here. One of the scientists is a young woman named Karla Janos. We think she may be in danger.”

“Miss Janos was a passenger on the Kotelny. What sort of danger is she in?”

“We believe there may be people on the island who want to kill her.”

“I don't understand.”

“We don't have many details. We only know that we have to get to the island as soon as possible.”

Captain Ivanov snatched up the ship's phone and ordered the engine room to proceed at full speed. Austin raised an eyebrow. Karla Janos must be a remarkable young woman. She had obviously entranced the weathered old Russian sea dog.

“Another request, if you don't mind,” Austin said. “I wonder if there is a clear area of the deck where Joe and I can work without interfering with the ship's crew.”

“Yes, of course. There is plenty of room in the stern.”