Passenger’s Log: Saint Vitus’ Day
“A storm was rising over the archipelago, and the crew rushed back and forth across the decks with shouts and disagreements, flashes of lightning stopping them in the most dramatic of poses. The whaling ship Madcap swung towards us in the driving rain, heading back to Anchorage, and I wondered if it was too late for me to seek passage back to the city.”
The Madcap is nearby until the next Log.
Corona:
No point in ahoying this, I guess.