Buoy bound

by Petty Officer Third Class Tara Molle An eerie whistle floats across the foggy Pacific like a lone survivor calling for help at sea. A black hulled vessel slowly approaches the source, a bobbing and whistling buoy. Figures in hardhats, stained coveralls and life jackets scurry about the deck prepping the red and white, 18,500 pound mass of steel and electronics. They hook line and chain to its base...