The rain had let up just so that one was able to squint through the deluge to see the approaching frigate and not have the drops sting so viciously in the eyes. A call above the din had those on deck glance ahead of the bow. Even in the dark of night, the crew could see due east, less black on the horizon.
Preston stood at Dorian's side and watched as the Watch Dog slowly came into view. He elbowed the Captain and pointed across the sea. Dorian nodded.
"Y' hear somethin'?" Preston called to Dorian over the crash of waves against the ship's side. Both men leaned perilously close over the rail.
"William?"
"Aye," replied Captain Lasseter.
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Navigation Log of the Lucy:
Direction: E, ship on the wind, making stern-way with her nose into the wind
Speed: 6 knots steady, into the wind, mounting sea, 4m high with foaming crests
Wind: Near gale conditions, from the ESE