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Winter Voyage

by C.J. Harrington

226 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #02-1046; ISBN 1-55395-331-2; US$23.50, C$27.00, EUR19.50, £13.50

A classic sea story with high adventure.

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About the Book Tired of Murder, Sex, Mayhem? Escape through the Jaws of death, The North Atlantic in winter, to summer paradise of the Lotus Eaters. A high seas classic to remember.

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Day 2

Moving across the face of the globe, already unknown to you, the ship has entered a new time zone. Well on the mend! Ready to eat again, you enter the salon at what you think is the early hour, and are surprised to find the others almost finished eating.

Miller, ever attentive, grins a greeting, and helps put you at ease, by saying, "Tha's all right! Come on!"

Roberts is already finished eating at your table. Pauline, saying she likes to sleep late, doesn't get up for breakfast, Miller sets a glass of juice out for her in the bars small refrigerator.

Meals are prepared in the ship's galley two decks below the pantry. The hollering between cooks and waiters when orders don't match, already has 'der ault often shaking their heads and chuckling!

Food, however, is first rate and plentiful...

Breakfast over, you head back aloft to shoot photos of another passing freighter. It passes making very heavy weather of it. Wind is increasing, coming in very strong out of the North East. But still on the port beam. At one point, you really have to lean against it to make headway. Spume is whipping from wave tops. The ship, every so often does something like shake its head, sending a long quiver down its length, then reburies its head with resounding SMACK! Sending a gleaming cloud of spray high in the air, which the wind quickly seizes, sending the results flying aft!

Returning to the cabin, you meet the smiling Miller out in the passage. "Much better!" you announce to his query. "One of these days, I hope to get my sea legs!"

Oh! Yeah,," he quickly agrees. "You gonna be all right now! Once you been sick, you won't be sick no more!"

When he learns you're from Montana! His face brightens and he becomes talkative, asking about a baseball player he knows from out there, then returns to the subject of your ailment. "Doan you worry 'bout what those other passengers say 'bout it. They're all old salts! They been to sea many times! When I firs' went to sea, I was so sick! I couldn't eat nuthin' for two days!"

You make the mistake of asking what he thinks the speed of the wind is, intending to enter it in the book. He looks at you with a quick grin, saying, "You doan think this is rough, do you?" Realizing, as a newcomer, you have to put your foot in it, you only smile back. "Well," he adds "I doan know nuthin' 'bout no wind speed! But I'll find out for you. I'll ask the fellas!"

Returning to the desk you happen to glance out the window; at the same moment, the bow throws a mountain of white spray forty feet in the air! Drops of it rattle across the window like thrown gravel

What a day

You lean back to rest for a minute. the desk suddenly leans back too! And the only reason you don't wind up on the desk is, with lightning grab, you manage to seize a corner of the desk. Walking, or trying to, is now laughable. Later, while Miller does the cabin, you head down to the passenger laundry to iron a shirt (left-over college skills!) The laundry is barely wide enough to turn around in. You enter by going over a storm step (raised to keep the water out). Besides washer and dryer, there are cabinets above for soap and storage. The ironing board is hooked to the wall, the iron secured on a small platfrom of its own. After suddnely being tossed against the wall, no damage. There isn't room to fall down. You undo board and iron and set up for business. Freed of control the iron immediately slides to the end of its tether, then with the next roll of the ship, charges back toward you. But completing the chore you wave back down the passageway.

Everything has rails to hang on with, and boy! Are they needed! You have found rails for the bunk. There are rails for the shower. one for the toilet (what the thing needs is a seat belt!) Well! It's 10:29 booze time again. Though how they expect bottles to stand up is a mystery. But you are expected/ If you don't show up they will doubtless laugh and say, "The hippie must be sick again." So you decide to weave down the line to see what the old sea dogs are up to.

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