The Captain has made another course correction. I was with him when he sent the order down. He was excited to show me the chart with his calculations on it.
There was a line representing our track, a bulge into the open sea, far from any indication of land. Now pointed like an arrow at an archipelago.
When I pointed to a column of figures scribbled beside the pencil track, the Captain summed it up with three words, “Two days away.”
And just like that pencil track amidst the empty space on the map, so has been the ocean surrounding us, devoid of any vessels.
And the Captain has decided to triple the lookouts. Only Elijah and I are excused.