The top of the wheelhouse was much battered. One of the two lifeboats was splintered and useless. Martin laughed.
“Those things aren’t any use anyway, not up here they aren’t.”
“Sometimes you can get away.”
“In a lifeboat like that?”
“Sure, it’s been done.”
“I wouldn’t like to do that.”
“Neither would I,” Bervick tested the broken hull of the lifeboat with his hand. The wood creaked under the pressure.
“Let’s go below,” said Martin. “That’s no good any more.”
“I guess you’re right.”
They crossed the bridge and went into the wheelhouse. Evans was at the chart table. “What did you find?” he asked.