“I don’t know. We’re pretty late arriving.”
“They know there was a williwaw. They probably knew it here all along.”
The windows of the wheelhouse were opened. Evans leaned out of one.
“All ready to land?” he yelled.
Martin nodded.
“We’re going to the East dock. Tie up on this end. Port landing.”
Martin nodded. Evans disappeared from the window.
Bervick went aft to handle the stern lines. Martin walked forward to the bow. He turned on the anchor winch.
“We’ll put the bow line on the winch,” he said to the deckhand who was handling that line.
The man tossed one end of his line over the revolving winch. When they docked he would draw the bow into shore with the winch.