Chapter twenty-nine
Atlantic Ocean east of New Inlet“Strange, isn’t it?” Denning said, after three days at sea during which he hardly uttered a word to his crew outside of the regular orders.
Cogswell was looking through the pilot house window in the last few minutes of light. “What, sir?”
“Our last trip together. We’ve been through a lot.”
“That we have, skipper.”
Woodson nodded in agreement, saying nothing. He and Cogswell had observed a change in the skipper and were talking about it before Denning entered the cabin. He was jittery, and his eyes seemed remote and glassy. He was not the Joshua Denning they were used to. And now Balsinger was gone. They wondered how his absence would affect the run to port.
Denning removed his Panama hat. “What are you going to do after this, Homer?
