In my capacity as purser I accompanied Tomas on his rounds today. Every thing was in its place and as far as outward appearances go, in perfect condition. And Emil’s special container still crowned the stack of deck cargo.
We caught up with the other ships at the mouth of the channel. One split off and headed for the island port. The other two just sat there waiting.
And it was easy to see why. Another storm looked to be brewing in the south. Our Captain took a wait and see attitude too.
Back on the bridge, I watched as Elijah went forward. He dropped from sight. But I knew he made it to the bow.
For the skies cleared.