Martin joined Bervick in the wheelhouse. “What’s bothering you?” He asked. “You aren’t still sore at the Chief because of that Norwegian animal?”
“Maybe I am. That’s my business.”
“You’re acting like a half-wit. Before you know it, the Chief’ll get Evans to throw you off the boat.”
“That’s fine by me. I don’t know if I want to be around that guy.” Bervick gave the bulkhead a vicious poke.
“You’re getting a little crazy in the head.”
Bervick shrugged. “I’m not the only one, I guess.”
“Well, you better not bother the Chief very much or there’ll be some real trouble one of these days. Anyway I can’t see how you managed to get so hot and bothered over Olga.”
“That’s my business.”
Martin looked at Bervick and saw that there were harsh lines about his mouth. He was fingering his long hair.
“I guess it is,” said Martin finally.