And All That They Could See, And All That They Could See The fog and the North Atlantic was all that they could see. "So the radar is not working?" "No." "Nor the GPS?" "No." "And nobody thought to bring a compass?" "Did you?" "So which way do we go? It all looks the same." "Yeah, we can see a little bit, and then there's nothing." "Well, which way's the wind coming from?" "The wind is shifting." "The sun then. Where's the sun?" "Can't tell. The fog's too thick." "Can anyone smell land?" "Are you kidding?" "All I can smell is fear and your bad breath." "No need to get personal." "Right. It's not like it's an election." "Well, what if I don't want to be captain anymore." "Then we'd have to have an un-election." The man kept rowing. There was no one in the boat but him. Later the voices died down and he slept for a while. 16 August 2021 Texas Jim Prospect, Nova Scotia www.granitecoast.ca