The Speculative Eye of a Captain

The captain thrust his head and shoulders out of the pilot house and was staring intently into the fog, as though through sheer force of will he could penetrate it. The Martinez healed over, sharply, and there was a crashing and rending of timber. I was thrown flat on the wet deck, and before I could scramble to my feet I heard the screams of the women. This was it, I am certain, the most indescribable of blood-curdling sounds that threw me into a panic.

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