She pushed the door open, allowed herself to be blown in, then closed the door in the face of the gale.
“Do you think it will storm?” she asked Riggs who was there alone.
“It might at that,” he grumbled. He looked just terrible, Sally thought.
“Good grief, Sally!” he exploded. “Aren’t you seasick?”
“Not a bit,” she laughed. “At least, not yet.”
“You won’t be then. Thank God for that. How about taking over? I’m about through for now.”
“I’ll be glad to, Riggs.”
“We’ve had to give up blinker signals. It’s so dark you couldn’t see a ten-thousand watt searchlight. Besides, the ships go up and down so you’d never get their messages. But we’ve got to keep in touch with every blasted ship in the convoy. Get lost if we didn’t, bang into one another, and sink everything.”
“Yes, I know, Riggs.”
“We’ve given up radio silence, had to. Anyway, no sub pack would attack in this howling hurricane. We use sound and radio, to keep the ships together.”