Mist enveloped the ship three hours out from port. Urson was called for duty right after breakfast, but no one bothered either Snake or Geo that first morning. Snake would slip off somewhere and Geo would be left to wander the ship alone. He was walking beneath the dories when the heavy slap of bare feet on the wet deck materialized in Urson. "Hey," greeted his friend. "What are you doing under here?"
"Nothing much," Geo said.
Urson was carrying a coil of rope about his shoulder. Now he slung it down into his hand and leaned against the support shaft and looked out toward the fog. "It's a bad beginning this trip has had," he said. "What few sailors I've talked to don't like it at all."
"Urson," said Geo, "have you any idea what actually happened this morning?"
"Maybe I have and maybe I haven't," Urson said. "What ones have you?"
"Do you remember the dream?" he asked.
Urson scrunched his shoulders as if suddenly cold. "I do," he said.
"It was like we were seeing through somebody else's eyes, almost."
"Our little four-armed friend sees things in a strange way if that's the case."
"Urson, that wasn't Snake's eyes we saw through. I asked him, just before he went off exploring the ship. It was somebody else. All he did was get the pictures and relay them into our minds. And what was the last thing you saw?"