“No.”
“I’m going below now. Which ventilator did you fix? I’ve forgot.”
“The starboard side. The one amidship.”
“That’s what I thought.”
“You going below now?”
“I thought I’d look around before I turned in. Chief still up?”
Bervick controlled his breathing very carefully. “No. He said he was going to hit the sack.”
“I won’t bother him then. Good night.”
“Night.” Evans closed the door.
Bervick lay in the darkness. He rolled from side to side in his bunk as the ship lunged regularly on the waves.