up.â
Paul wondered whether Chris had known that when he discussed the German interest in Greenland weather.
âThey had a picture of the German ship in the paper,â the coxswain continued. âSheâs a trawler just like this, but much bigger and she carries a long gun on the bow, something like a five-inch fifty-one, much bigger than any of our trawlers have. Sheâs got big antiaircraft guns mounted all over her. The papers donât say how much of a fight she put up, but you know the Northern Light is just about the biggest cutter we have. I was aboard her just a couple of months ago. She carries two five-inch fifty-ones and two three-inch fifties, along with about six twenty-millimeters. If the Northern Light had to radio for planes to beat a trawler, that must have been some tough ship.â
Well, Paul thought, Erich had said the Germans wouldnât be easy to beat.
âThatâs interesting,â he said. âIâll try to get a copy of the paper.â
âSir,â the coxswain persisted, âdo you think this means the Germans will give up on Greenland weather, or just come back with ships that are even better armed?â
âI donât know,â Paul said carefully.
âI do not believe that the Germans can give up on Greenland weather,â Green said, speaking for the first time. His voice was very deep with a New York edge to it, maybe a hint of a Brooklyn accent. âWithout a knowledge of Greenland weather itâs impossible to make accurate forecasts for Europe.â
âWhy is that, sir?â the coxswain asked.
âTo oversimplify it, Greenland weather moves east, warms up, and thatâs what Europe gets two days later. Iâm no meteorologist, but Iâve read a lot about it.â
âThanks, sir. Are you going to be stationed aboard here too?â
âThey tell me Iâm to be the communications officer.â
âThank you, sir. When do you think weâll be getting our skipper?â
âBefore we sail, I hope,â Green replied without a smile, but there was a glint of humor in his deep-set eyes.
Paul hardly heard him. He was imagining a German trawler much bigger than this one being outfitted in some Danish or Norwegian yard with enormous guns. Her crew would be made up by experienced sailors, Germans like his own ancestors, but men who knew the Arctic, not a bunch of novices. Such a ship might be heading for Greenland just as the Arluk started north. In what fog-shrouded ice floe would they meet and what would happen?
Feeling restless, Paul excused himself and starting forward, began a minute examination of the ship. The high bow had been reinforced with sheathing of stout oak planks and steel plates. There was a small gun platform on the forecastle head, but no gun yet. The bridge ran the full breadth of the deckhouse, but was not more than six feet deep. There was an engine room telegraph, a wooden shipâs wheel, a magnetic compass, pigeonholes for signal flags and very little elseâno fancy modern equipment or naval gadgetry. A door with a new metal sign saving âCommanding Officerâ stood open at the afterside of the bridge. After a moment of hesitation, Paul stuck his head in. There was a bunk, a big chart table with a stool and another door that had been newly labeled âHeadâfor C.O. only.â The cabin was painted white and trimmed with varnished oak. It was Spartan enough, but Paul imagined the pride he would feel if he ever actually deserved to occupy that space. Dreams of glory! It would be years before he even deserved the job he had. What kind of a man would appear to occupy this stark but somehow royal cabin in the days immediately ahead? Chris had warned him that some of the ice pilots chosen for such jobs were real wild men. Why didnât they make a man like Farmer a captain instead of a warrant boatswain? Farmer somehow gave the impression of knowing everything
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