“Yes, it should be over,” said Evans and he turned and walked back toward the wheelhouse.
iii
Bervick walked on the forward deck.
Since sundown the wind had almost died away. Water rippled about them and the ship creaked as she moved back and forth between the two rocks.
There was only a sharp stump where the mast had been. A few bits of rigging were scattered on the deck; for the most part the deck was clean of all debris.
One of the ventilators was gone and someone had covered up the hole where it had been with a piece of canvas. The other ventilator was slightly bent; otherwise, it was in good shape.
To his left rose the mountains of Kulak. They were like all the other mountains in the islands. The closer one was to them the more impressive they were.
He walked to the railing and leaned over and touched the hard wet rock that shielded them from the last gusts of the wind.
Martin came slowly toward him. He walked unsurely. The knocking he had taken had weakened him.
“Here we are,” he said.