Marine Layer
With my head down and my back to the horizon, I go about the business of bailing out my boat. I am lost in thought, as I sometimes get, and it isn’t until I look up that I find I’ve drifted to the outer edges of the ever-present marine layer. Many times have I traveled to this ghostly partition, so the distance doesn’t concern me. What does concern me is how swiftly the fog can move in, so swift that you wouldn’t know until it was too late. By the looks of it, the fog appears to be holding off, waiting for the sun to draw down, so I take a moment to punch dry the mains’l and right the salt-heavy lines.
Gathering the mainsheet in hand, I take a seat at the stern and slide the tiller to port, and I am readying to come about when I notice a towering shadow lurking within the mi
