“Did you have a nice nap?” asked the Chaplain.
Evans opened his eyes and tried to look alert. “Just dozing.” He sat up. The Chaplain and he were the only ones in the salon. He looked at his watch: it was after ten.
“I cannot,” said the Chaplain, “get over the great change in the weather.”
“In the williwaw season weather does funny things.”
“I had what you might call a revelation of sorts, if you know what I mean, during the storm.”
“Is that right?” Evans wondered who was on watch. It was supposed to be his watch until midnight. Bervick had probably taken over while he slept.
“I had a sort of vision, well not quite a vision, no, not a vision, a presentiment, yes, that’s what I had, a presentiment of something.”
“Did you?” Evans was not sure that he knew what a presentiment was.
“This vision, presentiment I should say, was about the ship.”
“Well, what was it?”