Martin returned silently. He looked at the snow clouds. “We won’t be able to see so well,” he said.
Evans nodded. “We got the times figured out pretty well. I don’t like coming so near to Kulak, sailing blind.”
They waited then for the snow to start.
At a few minutes to nine whiteness flooded them. Snow splattered softly on the window glass. Luckily there was enough wind to keep it from collecting on the windows. Below them Evans could see the deck being covered with snow. The sea had increased in size but was not yet large.
Bervick joined them.
“Just a little snow,” said Evans.
“That’s the way a lot of them start.”
“A lot of what?”
“Williwaws.”
“Sometimes, maybe.” Evans thought of the low barometer.