Taking the washcloth from the ledge beneath the windows, he reached up and wiped away the fog from the window. The shielded forward light on the bow did little to cut through the night. Its primary purpose was to warn other ships of the freighter’s presence. He grasped the line running overhead as the ship rolled to starboard. The inclinometer read fifteen degrees. Not bad that time, he thought. The rain beat down on the large windows across the top half of the forward bulkhead. Eight wipers beat out of sync, fighting a losing battle to clear the torrent of water coming from the sky and the sea, pounding the ship.“This is terrible,” Tamursheki said from the darkness near the hatch leading off the bridge. “Maybe we should head in a different direction?”Alrajool laughed. “This is nothing, my friend.” He tossed the washcloth on the ledge, turned around, and brushed his hands against each other. “I have been through worse and so has this ship that you keep calling a tramp.”
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