“He’s out on deck.”
“He and the Chief were really going to town at lunch.”
“Yeah, I don’t like that stuff. I told Bervick to stop it.”
“You better tell the Chief, too; a lot of this mess is his fault. You know the whole story, don’t you?”
“Sure, I know the story. Bervick’s been weeping over it long enough. I’m talking to the Chief, don’t worry.”
A gust of wet wind swept through the wheelhouse as Bervick came back in.
“Cold outside?” asked Evans.
Bervick shook his head. “Not bad. The boats are in good shape. Water’s still fresh in the tanks.”
“Good.”
Bervick walked toward his cabin. “I think I’ll turn in,” he said.