Virgil sat at the bow of the boat, Fine near the stern, as six men worked the oars, another on the tiller. As the boat approached The Clarkston, Virgil called out.
“Hello, The Clarkston!”
A man came to the rail, “Who hails The Clarkston?”
Virgil stood and answered, “Mr. Richard Fine, here for Percy Fine, his son!” More men came to the rail, some carrying firearms.
“Are you Mr. Fine?”
Fine stood up, “I"m Richard Fine!”
Percy pushed his through to the rail and looked down. “It"s my father! That"s him!”
Slowly Percy clambered over the side and joined his father. They sat side by side as the men rowed back toward shore. His father wrapped his cape over his son"s shoulders to protect him from the morning chill. Sound travels on water, and men on nearby ships who had heard them hail The C
