Sublime

“Below forty degrees latitude, there is no law,” a sailors’ adage went. “Below fifty degrees, there is no God.”

‘The tide changes in five hours,’ Matt continued, now standing up from the ladder’s step. ‘I know the North of Scotland sailing authority states dangerous seas, violent waves and strong tidal races should be avoided by small craft, but you’re not a ‘small craft’. You’re a Viking warship making your way home to fulfil a promise made to your dad.’ I

Whatever your feelings may be, you must make a joke of everything at sea; and if you were to fall from aloft and be caught in the belly of a sail, and thus saved from instant death, it would not do to look at all disturbed, or to make a serious matter of it.

“A siren?” I was bewildered, and in no condition to think. “Do you mean Seawrack?”