“I guess so,” his father answered.
The next morning all was calm and peaceful, though the waves were larger than when the Bobbsey twins had left New York.
Every one was glad that the storm had passed, and that nothing had happened to the steamer, except the loss of the one small boat.
“Were those fishermen who fought the sharks out in all that blow in their small motor boat, Dad?” asked Bert.
“Oh, no,” his father told him. “They only go out from shore, take up their nets or lobster pots, and go quickly back again. Their boats are not made for staying out in all night. Though perhaps sometimes, in a fog, when they can’t see to get back, they may be out a long time. But I don’t believe they were out in this storm.”
It was peaceful traveling now, on the deep blue sea, which was a pretty color again, and the Bobbsey twins, leaning over the rail and looking at it, thought they had never come on such a fine voyage.
“It’s getting warmer,” said Bert when they had eaten dinner and were once more on deck.
“Yes, we are getting farther south, nearer to the equator, and it is always warm there,” said Mr. Bobbsey.
“Are we near Florida?” asked Nan.
“Yes, we will be there this evening,” her father told her.