Chapter Five
i
Morning.
Evans walked into the wheelhouse. He had slept unusually well. As a rule he stayed awake during bad weather, but this time he had really slept and he was glad that he had.
Bervick, whose watch it was, stood looking at the barometer.
“What do you think, Skipper?”
Evans looked at the barometer: still low, there had been almost no change overnight.
“I think there must be something wrong with the thing. You seen them act up before, haven’t you?”
Bervick agreed. “They can be wrong. It looks fine outside.” Evans went over to the window. There was little light in the sky, but the pre-sunrise stillness was good. Even in the mountains there was no wind.
“What do you think, Skipper?”