Escort Ship (A World War 2 Naval Adventure)

Bentley’s first sight when Wind Rode broke clear was not for the cruisers, but the destroyers.
His task was difficult enough as it was. But the destroyers could make it even tougher if they decided to join in. Spitting the oily taste from his mouth he swung his glasses. No—there they were, still milling about the torpedoed flagship. Wasted.
But maybe the Japanese admiral did not think so. Bentley had to concede his point of view. He was in a crippled ship, there could quite easily be enemy su...