Overhead bright stars peered through the inky blackness striving hopelessly with their concentrated brilliance to make up for a lost moon. A few lazy clouds squatted like Stygian hills on an undefinable horizon, exaggerating the awful nigrescence of a dead night. Not a breath of wind stirred the air, and underneath the green sea lapped wickedly as it broke into little crests of foam. Suddenly the atmosphere vibrated to the staccato dots and dashes of radio—Admiral Kwanji Kato was ordering a night destroyer attack in the Japanese naval maneuvers in the...
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