“I don’t get it,” Grisha said.
“Look here,” Eliseyev smiled at his luck and his knowledge that had revealed itself at the last minute. Further away in the forest, on a high tree and at the same level as the first anchor was a second one, the same white color and visible from afar.
Grisha still did not understand. From the coast, it is hard to get a grip on matters of the sea.
“You’re a greenhorn at this,” they smiled, enjoying their superior knowledge. “Out at sea, if you line these two points up, the two anchors, then you find a way through the rocks. Good thing we figured it out in time, otherwise you’d be picking up the fragments of our boat on the shore.”
Again Grisha felt like something had stung him, as if he had known this wisdom, this age-old experience, but he had forgotten it
