Chapter 25: XXV

XXV “You’ve been on deck, Mr. Van Weyden,” Wolf Larsen said, the following morning at the breakfast table, “How do things look?” “Clear enough,” I answered, glancing at the sunshine which streamed down the open companionway. “Fair westerly breeze, with a promise of stiffening, if Louis predicts correctly.” He nodded his head in a pleased way. “Any signs of fog?” “Thick banks in the north and northwest.” He nodded his head again, evincing even greater satisfaction than before. “…