Against the Sun Page #3

Chronometers?

Negative.

- No.

- No.

But if she stays afloat, at least

I can figure her speed and distance.

She looks practically new. That's good.

Oh, here... "manufactured, 11/30/37."

It's four years old.

Plus some.

Boys, we should minimize

the wear on the fabric.

Shoes.

There's not much room.

On or off, they're liable to scuff.

I say we deep-six 'em.

They say it's five miles deep out here.

That's impossible.

Chief?

I'm thinking... maybe one

of us should keep them.

If we make land,

somebody's gonna need to walk.

Makes sense.

Hey, I still got this.

Pastula, for a boy who can't swim,

you were a fool to keep it.

Well, couldn't get the rawhide loose.

But you never know, might come in handy.

Youngstown, Ohio. You?

Sikeston, Missouri.

Sikeston, where is that?

Nowhere.

Pastula...

take another drift set. That's not

how I'm reading those wave tops.

Yes, Chief.

15 degrees.

Same read as the outbound, Chief.

If that's correct, then she's east.

I had her west.

- Aldrich?

- Not a peep on the Hayrake.

I reckon you've flown us to the middle

of nowhere, Chief. We're lost.

Say again, Aldrich?

Aldrich!

That's the craziest thing

I've ever heard.

How was it possible that you have

never had a Kentucky hot brown?

I'm from Ohio.

So you're not allowed to eat food

from neighboring states?

No.

Glad I don't live in Ohio.

Ham and cheese.

Now you're talking.

I must have made a thousand of those

in the Civilian Conservation Corps.

The Cs? Me too. I cooked for 100 fellas.

Two cooks and no food.

So how'd you do end up Navy?

Well, a few too many mouths

to feed at home.

My mother thought

I could become more disciplined.

Imagine her disappointment.

And I was ready for an adventure.

So I enlist.

Well, you sure got an adventure.

If mother could see me now.

I want to make it a career

and see the world.

Career Navy, good for you, son.

In these troubled times,

there is no higher calling.

Do you think it's possible

we'll get seen at night, Chief?

Wouldn't rule it out.

This yellow raft, moonlight might...

Well, no full moon tonight.

We'll schedule a watch, anyway,

four on, eight off.

- Who wants first up?

- I'll take it.

I can't sleep anyhow.

All right. I'll take

second watch, Pastula.

Okay, Chief.

Told me to rouse you up.

Reckon it's been about four hours.

- You see anything?

- Just ocean.

You had anything to drink yet, Aldrich?

Drink what?

Oh, you got to be kidding me, Chief.

That's just wonderful.

- Watch?

- Nothing.

Pretty steady breeze, though.

Hen-Ry! I'm gonna put on the pot.

How long has the breeze been up?

- An hour, maybe.

- Same direction?

- Chief?

- Pastula.

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