Thorne had jumped. The old man wasn’t fast anymore, but he was efficient. He moved through the churn like he was part of it. Thorne didn't fight the waves; he timed them.
Chief Petty Officer Elias Thorne stood at the open bay door. At fifty, his face was a map of scars and salt-spray wrinkles. Beside him stood Jake, a kid with "Top Gun" energy and a record-breaking swim time who thought he was invincible. Thorne had jumped