"What drives him?" Loren wondered aloud.
"Some men are born restless," Sandecker said philosophically. "To Dirk, every hour has a mystery to be solved, every day a challenge to conquer."
Loren looked at the admiral. "You envy him, don't you?"
Sandecker nodded. "Of course, and so do you."
"Why is that, do you think?"
"The answer is simple," Sandecker said wisely. "There's a little of Dirk Pitt in all of us."
After everyone had left and Pitt was standing alone in the hangar amid his collection of mechanical possessions, each of which had in some way touched his past, he walked stiffly to the boat he and Maeve and Giordino had built on the Misery rocks and climbed inside the cockpit. He sat there a long time, silently lost in his memories.
He was still sitting there in the Marvelous Maeve when the first rays of the morning sun brushed the rusting roof of the old aircraft hangar he called home.
Clive Cussler, Shock Wave
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