“I guess so.”
“Well, let’s get on back to the ship.” Bervick picked up two of the cans and Evans took the other.
A thin drizzle was beginning to cloud the air.
“Nice day,” said Bervick.
“Yes, nice day. All days are nice here. We go to the Big Harbor tomorrow.”
“And from there to Arunga?”
“That’s right. We got some rank to carry.”
“Who? I heard the Chaplain might come.”
“That’s a new one. I hadn’t heard about him. We’ve got a Major who is the Adjutant at Arunga, and a Lieutenant.”
“Any cargo?”