Wednesday, December 4, 2013
En Route to Amisos
The Petrel makes its way east along the Black Sea coast for five days, early on the third day, the mountains of Anatolia can be seen distantly upon the horizon, and the prevailing wind turns to the southeast, sweeping down off the mountains and bringing with it a cold, biting wind. A thin, splatting rain that keeps up for a few hours without even wetting the deck yet makes the 18th, that first day, unpleasant and unencouraging. Thence forward, cool days turn to brisk, and the nights turn chilly, making the ropes hard to manage and work upon the open deck a bitter chore.
With not but the bow sail up, the Petrel continues to make good time, as the pilot knows well the currents in these waters, and rides one that steers the ship steady on forty miles a day.
Deven, the Norwegian, chances to be alone in the mess with Ahmet, where they have both watched the Captain enter the kitchen for a hot coffee. Madam acknowledges you both, then returns topside ... and Deven says to Ahmet, "That is twice since Constantinople that I have watched your eyes closely follow the Captain." At that moment, Maximillian comes up from below and hears Deven add, "You have a story to tell about women, that is certain. You like them and you dislike them, is that not so?"
Maximillian will remember that Deven is the crewman who tried to strike him early in the voyage, and smashed his hand against the post next to the bunk. I think I can add that if Maximillian wishes to remain just out of sight, around the corner to the mess, that's possible, or he can indicate he enters the mess to get the same hit of coffee the Captain was lately wanting.