The bombs had exploded, a blue light had flamed, a giant had ripped the sky apart, a gale had leaped into existence, the sea had covered itself with white capped waves, and the sun had jumped.
Craig looked at the sky, seeking the second flight of bombers. The air was filled with scudding clouds. There were no bombers in sight.
The anti-aircraft batteries, with no target, suddenly stopped firing.
Except for the howl of the wind through the superstructure, the ship was silent. The silence was so heavy it hurt the ears. The officers on the bridge stood without moving, frozen statues. They seemed paralyzed.
The ship was running herself.
"W—what—what the hell became of those Jappos?" Craig heard a dazed officer say.
"Yeah, what happened to those bombers?"
"Where did this wind come from?"
"There wasn't any wind a minute ago."
"Look at the sea. It's covered with white caps!"