“Well, I don’t think we’re going to sink,” he said. “Hull feels intact. Can’t say the same about the propeller.” “What do you mean?” Ellie stumbled over to drop to her knees beside him. “What’s happened to it?” “It’s not there anymore.” Bates flopped himself back to rest against the remaining portion of the rail. “Can you fix it?” “Not unless you’ve got another prop stashed in that corset of yours,” Bates quipped in reply.
