"Got lost in a fog, sir."
Mr. Armitage made no comment. It had been a hit hazy on the Solent that morning, so it was quite possible that West Bay was enveloped in mist.
"What's your name?"
"Gregory, sir."
"Is that your boat, then?"
There was a brief pause.
"My father's, sir."
"He'll be a bit anxious about you."
"Yes, sir."
"In that case we'll land you at Brixham."