“For almost two hours.” Evans wished his first mate would not talk so loudly in front of the man on watch.
“That doesn’t look....”
“No, it doesn’t.” Evans interrupted sharply. He looked warningly at the wheelsman. Martin understood. He walked over and stood beside Evans at the window.
“The sky looks all right.”
“Sure. Sure. That’s the way it always is.”
“What’s all the emotion for?”
“None of your damned business. Why don’t you crawl in your sack?”
“I think I will.” Grinning, Martin went into his cabin.
Gloomily Evans looked at the sky again. He knew that he must be acting strangely. He had never let them see him nervous before. Weather was beginning to get on his nerves after all his years in these waters.
The wheelhouse was getting a little warm, he noticed. He opened one of the windows and leaned out. The cold damp air was refreshing as it blew in his face.