ANNA—Sure I do. Everything's been so different from anything I ever come across before. And now—this fog—Gee, I wouldn't have missed it for nothing. I never thought living on ships was so different from land. Gee, I'd just love to work on it, honest I would, if I was a man. I don't wonder you always been a sailor.
CHRIS—[Vehemently.] Ay ain't sailor, Anna. And dis ain't real sea. You only see nice part. [Then as she doesn't answer, he continues hopefully.] Vell, fog lift in morning, Ay tank.
ANNA—[The exultation again in her voice.] I love it! I don't give a rap if it never lifts! [CHRIS fidgets from one foot to the other worriedly. ANNA continues slowly, after a pause.] It makes me feel clean—out here—'s if I'd taken a bath.
CHRIS—[After a pause.] You better go in cabin—read book. Dat put you to sleep.
ANNA—I don't want to sleep. I want to stay out here—and think about things.
CHRIS—[Walks away from her toward the cabin—then comes back.] You act funny to-night, Anna.
ANNA—[Her voice rising angrily.] Say, what're you trying to do—make things rotten? You been kind as kind can be to me and I certainly appreciate it—only don't spoil it all now. [Then, seeing the hurt expression on her father's face, she forces a smile.] Let's talk of something else. Come. Sit down here. [She points to the coil of rope.]
CHRIS—[Sits down beside her with a sigh.] It's gatting pooty late in night, Anna. Must be near five bells.
ANNA—[Interestedly.] Five bells? What time is that?
CHRIS—Half past ten.