When it came time to relieve Africa, I sent him below, recommending that he have a tot of grog to calm his nerves. Tunny took his place at the helm, but even that seasoned sailor appeared nervous.
"So, you feel it too?" I said.
He nodded, and rubbed a calloused hand over his grizzled chin. "Can't say why, Ma'am, but things just don't feel right about this place. Add that to all the other trouble we've been through on this voyage, and it makes a man think, that it does."
"Please, don't tell me you think this voyage is cursed."
"Well, I don't know about cursed, but it does appear we've run into more trouble than usual." He gestured toward the Relentless. "I hope Captain Tar knows what he's about, that's all."
"So do I, Tunny, so do I."