Storm

As soon as he woke, he knew that everything was wrong. The air was wrong, and the sea. The sweat trickled down his back to lie, ice against his spine. The wind whipped round the compass and died to sudden, disquieting, silence.

He joined the others as they looked out to sea, at the swell which swirled before them - crest crashing into crest. Then, when he reached the point at which silence became an impossibility, he spoke. "We can wait no longer."