The cabin of the PBY had already begun to warm with the early morning sun, dispelling the bora's chill. Both engines turned over easily and I swung the ponderous bulk of the PBY out of the cove and into the bay. The wind had dropped with the coming of dawn until it was now only a mild head wind. She rose easily from the water and climbed for altitude in one long, easy spiral. I settled back with a cigarette and relaxed for the first time in days as the tension began to drain away. The PBY settled easily onto a course heading due west and I let her go, enjoying the peace and serenity of the morning over the rythmic beat of the engines. The abrupt transition from an atmosphere of paranoia and hate to peace and contentment was startling at first, but after the initial shock, very enjoyable. An hour later I brought the Catalina down onto the glassily smooth surface of the bay. The fishing boats were gone from the quay to take advantage of the unexpected break in the weather. By nine a.m. I had eaten a quick breakfast, taken a swim in the icy bay and fallen into my sleeping bag for some badly needed rest.
