'Did you know his real name was George Farnell?' I asked.
'Not then. But he was dark and short and one day I asked him if he was really Norwegian. He told me his real name then.'
'Did he also tell you he was an escaped convict?' I asked.
'Yes,' she said, smiling quietly to herself. 'He told me everything there was to tell me about himself then.'
'And it made no difference to you?' I inquired.
'Of course not,' she answered. 'We were at war. And he was training for one of the first and most desperate raids into what was by then enemy territory. Three months later he went into Norway on the Maloy raid.'
'He meant a lot to you, didn't he, Jill?' I asked.
She nodded. She didn't speak for a moment and then she said, Yes — he meant a lot to me. He was different from the others — more serious, more reserved. As though he had a mission in life. You know how I mean? He was in uniform and training hard for a desperate job — and yet he wasn't a part of it all. He lived — mentally — outside it.'
It was this description of Farnell before the Maloy action that intrigued me. Farnell's interest in life was metals. In this respect he had been as much an artist as a painter or a musician. War and his own life were small matters in the balance against the excitement of discovering metals. Curtis Wright's description of Bernt Olsen at the moment of going into Maloy and Jill's account of him prior to embarkation all added up in my mind so one thing — Farnell had been after new metals in the mountains of Norway.
Farnell wasn't mentioned again. On watch our minds were fully occupied with the sailing of the boat, and keeping awake. Unless you have done any passage-making it is difficult to realise how completely one becomes absorbed in the operation of a ship. There is always something to concentrate on, especially for the skipper. When I wasn't at the wheel there were log readings to take, the dead reckoning to work out, position to be fixed by shooting the stars or the sun whenever opportunity offered, radio watch to be kept at certain times, forecasts to be listened to, sails to be checked. And over everything was the dead weight of sleepiness, especially in the early watches.