r.cliff harris

The year is 1989. The navy that Frank Sawyer was thrown out of wasn't the one he had joined. Twelve years after the happy go lucky sailor enlisted, they came up with a drug test for THC, a curve ball Frank just couldn't get a handle on. After three strikes, he hit the bricks with his newly minted dishonorable discharge, hell bent on going back to sea. After being shunned by the maritime unions, he answered an add in the San Francisco Chronicle that would lead him back to sea on a supposed mission to mine the debris field of the Titanic for profit. He took them up on their offer as a heaven sent opportunity. As it turned out, it was anything but.