A few minutes after twelve Martin was awakened by Evans.
“Your watch,” said Evans. “I’m going to get some sleep. If anything looks bad, get me up.”
“Sea still high outside?”
Evans nodded. His eyes looked sunken, Martin noticed, and his lids were red.
“We’ll leave around sunup if we do leave, that right?”
“That’s right,” said Evans. “We’ll leave in the morning.”
They went up to the wheelhouse. Evans went to his cabin. Martin and the men on watch stood silently in the pale light of the wheelhouse. They listened to the sea.
“Think the radio will work, Mate?”
“We can find out.” Martin turned the radio on. A blast of static thundered out at them. “I guess not,” said Martin and he turned it off.
He noticed the barometer was still low. He recorded the time and the barometer reading in the logbook.