“Beginning to feel it?”
“Oh my no, certainly not. I’ve been sitting here reading. I feel very well.”
“Where’s the Major?”
Lieutenant Hodges answered, “He’s asleep in his stateroom. I think he’s pretty tired after last night.”
“So I gather. You went home early, didn’t you, Chaplain?”
“Yes, yes, I had to get my eight hours, you know,” he said lightly. “I had so many things to do before our departure.”
Evans turned toward the galley. “Hey, Smitty!” he shouted. “When you going to have chow?”
“In about a hour.”
“See you then.” Evans nodded to the two men and went back to the wheelhouse. Martin was looking out the window and singing softly to himself. Evans stood beside him. They watched the snow swirling over the water; they watched for signs of change. That’s all this business was, thought Evans. Watching the sea and guessing what it might do next. The mist was thinning, he noticed. He could make out a familiar cape ahead of them. They were on course.
“How’s your buddy, the Major?” asked Martin.