“Just what I know. Last anybody heard the Chief was out on deck. Then he fell overboard.”
“I wonder what they’re going to think happened.”
“Nothing happened except that. What makes you think anything else happened?” Evans spoke sharply.
“I don’t think anything different happened,” said Martin. “It’s what they’ll think, that’s all.”
“This thing’s happened before. They know what to do. They’ll be routine.”
“I hope so.”
Evans looked at him a moment. Then he looked out the window.
Martin yawned and watched the small gray waves splatter against the bow. Then the snow was suddenly gone. Weather was like that here. A snowstorm would stop in several minutes. A gale could blow up and be gone in five minutes.
“There it is,” said Evans.
“What?”