Kells said: “What the hell’s the matter?”
Borg didn’t answer.
“You aren’t sick!” Kells was emphatically incredulous.
It was quiet for a minute and then Borg said slowly: “Who’s the best judge of that — me or you?”
Kells got up and went outside. Bernie had doused the running lights; there was a thin glow from the binnacle — and darkness. The fog felt like a wet sheet.
Bernie said: “There’s a big cruiser tied up on the other wharf I coasted by close — I don’t think there’s anybody aboard.”
“Any other boats?”
“I couldn’t see any.” Bernie switched off the binnacle light. “There’s another little cove on the other side of the island, but nobody uses it.”
Kells said: “We’re not tied up, are we?”
“Sure.”