“I’m not at all sure,” he announced after a brief study, “but I think we aren’t so far down as Hatteras—the wind fell away very rapidly toward the last. That may be the North Carolina coast, though—Currituck Island, perhaps. You know the sounds run Currituck, Albemarle, and Pamlico.”
“I know the coffee must be boiled and the ham broiled by this time. Take the wheel and let the cook attend to her duties.”
She flatly refused to touch any breakfast until he had eaten his fill and waited upon him in spite of his protests. Never had broiled ham, hard crackers, and marmalade tasted so good. And the strong, hot coffee warmed his very soul.
“You wonder!” he said, as he presented the tin cup for more. “Where did you get this gorgeous dinner-set?”
“I found it among the pots and pans in the galley. There’s quite an assortment your predecessor left.”
“Oh, that coffee! You miracle of a child!”
Her eyes sparkled as she watched him swallow a second cup. “What do you think of the cook?”
“I think the cook’s an angel.”
“Have you finished? Then to bed with you.”
“I’m off. Just hold the Wisp to the course she’s on. Call me when you can make out the land distinctly.”