Major Pittman Anchors

Major Pittman and his team of twelve soldiers sailed their military vessel toward the shores of Phillip Island.

"We've been at sea for six days now Mr Rutherford," the Major snarled at his civilian tracker, an indigenous man whose people were originally from the Mainland. "You're not living up to your reputation, man."

"Major Pittman," Bill Rutherford replied evenly, "there are a myriad of places those girls might have decided to go ashore. I'm banking on them having made sensible plans for their escape, but we can't even be certain that they made it across Bass Strait. We've tried the Port of Melbourne and Sorrento. As you know, I'm suggesting we try Phillip Island before we head west towards Lorne. If you have a better idea about where they might have landed, I will defer to you. You're the leader of this expedition."

"Time is ticking Mr Rutherford. The Emperor is not known for his patience."

"I'm acutely aware of that, Major. My life depends on it."