Seventeen
Tristan assigned Lulu and Raul bunks for the night, and gathered his own sleeping gear to take on deck.
“What if it rains?” Lulu protested as he bundled up his sleeping bag and a pillow.
“Then I’ll come inside. I want to keep watch as much as I can. Don’t worry about me. I’ve slept in conditions neither of you can imagine.”
He launched a story of the time the Desperado had gotten trapped by ice during a cold snap in Unalaska. They’d radioed for help, but while they were waiting for an ice cutter to arrive, they’d reduced their rations and hunkered down. They were all driving each other nuts in the confined space of the cabin, so he remembered a story he’d read about a baseball game among whalers in the Arctic.
He’d rigged up snowshoes out of plastic dinner plates and duct t
