Sloane found everything about the job intoxicating: the urgency, the stakes, the intellectual challenge of finding a new solution for each vessel that needed rescue. On any given day, a salvor might be eating breakfast, or playing with his kids, or in the middle of a night’s sleep when his phone rang, sending him sprinting out the door with a bag of clothes and equipment that he kept packed at all times. Within hours he could be leaping from a helicopter onto a foundering freighter, mustering every ounce of seamanship he possessed to save the vessel and its cargo. There was no rush like it.
