"You mean the island's in sight ahead of us," Bob asked sleepily.
"That's what I mean and it's a good way ahead at that," Captain Ole told them as he pushed the door wide open and stepped into the room. "There must have been some condition in the atmosphere last night that made it look a whole lot nearer than it was," he explained. "Anyhow it's there now all right."
"Are we under way?" Jack asked as he leaped from his bunk.
"Not yet, but we will be in about two shakes of a mackerel's tail," the captain said as he turned and left the room.
"Never again will I doubt your wisdom," Bob declared solemnly as he started pulling on his clothes.
"'Twas only a lucky guess," Jack said modestly.
"Never hide your light under a bushel, son."
"Aw, quit your kidding."
"I'm not kid—" Bob began, but Jack had gone.
Bob followed him out onto the deck a moment later and found that the anchor had just been raised and the bow of the Valkyrie slowly swinging around to the north.