'Sognefjord,' I answered. 'We're going to Fjaerland.'
CHAPTER SIX
Here Lies The Body
Before going below to interview Sunde, I went into the chartroom and worked out our course. There was a good deal of cloud about and I wanted to avoid any islands until we opened the entrance to Sognefjord. 'Is the log out?' I called to Dick. · 'No,' he answered. 'Shall I stream it?'
'Please.' I had little tidal information and it was difficult to work out any allowances for drift. But the course we were sailing was marked by two lights and we should have to work on these. I drew in the lines of our course and then went into the cockpit. Dick had left the wheel and was fitting the log line to its bracket. I held the wheel as he dropped the heavy, finned spinner overboard. The thin line trailed aft in our wake and as he let the last loop drop overboard the log wheel began to turn. He came back and took the wheel. 'What's the course?' he asked.
'North thirty west,' I answered.
The Nordhordland coast by Bovaagen was already no more than a low line of rock, shining white in the moonlight. It straggled out in a series of hummocks along our starb'd beam until it thinned to a narrow line and vanished. To the west lay open sea. Ahead of us a light winked steadily. 'That's Hellesoy light,' I said. 'It's on the island of Fedje. Leave that to port, but keep as close to the island as possible. Utvaer light should then be on the starb'd bow. Hold your course for ten miles and then turn to bring Utvaer fine on the port bow. I've marked it on the chart. Okay?'
'Fine,' he said. 'What about watches?'
'I'll see about that when I've had a talk with Sunde,' I replied. His face looked pale and very young in the moonlight. A livid bruise was darkening round his eye.
'You got a nasty clip,' I said.