“That’s Arunga.”
“I guess we really made it. I guess it was pretty close some of the time.”
“I’ll say. We had luck.”
“That’s no lie.” The deckhand walked back to the galley. Martin examined the lines. They seemed to be in good shape. He walked to the afterdeck and checked the stern line: undamaged. He walked into the salon.
The passengers were talking loudly. Their baggage was piled on the deck of the salon and they were ready to go ashore.
“Somebody would think you people wanted to get off this boat,” said Martin.
The others laughed. “We’ve enjoyed it, of course,” said the Chaplain charitably. “But, we are, ah, land creatures, if you know what I mean.”
“I thought it was pretty interesting,” said Hodges. “Not everybody sees a wind like that.”
“At least not many people get a chance to tell about it,” agreed Martin.
Hodges and the Chaplain began to talk about the trip. Major Barkison, looking almost as young as he actually was, turned to Martin. “I hope there’ll be no trouble about the accident.”