Seawolf had left Norfolk months earlier and Traeger imagined she was only just now arriving in Bremerton. The sub, unlike most ships, had three ways to reach the west coast. She could slip around the tip of South America. She could go through Panama, an unlikely but still viable option. Or, most likely, she went over the top and came out in the Bering Strait. Traeger would admit she felt a little envy at a submarine's ability to dive under the ice. Not that she herself ever wanted to get anywhere near the stuff. Just catching glimpses of icebergs on her far flung patrols during springtime to colder waters was enough to make her shudder.