boats--in this same fog. [With a short laugh.] You must think I'm
off my base.

CHRIS--[Gruffly.] Anybody feel funny dat vay in fog.

ANNA--[Persistently.] But why d'you s'pose I feel so--so--like I'd
found something I'd missed and been looking for--'s if this was
the right place for me to fit in? And I seem to have forgot--
everything that's happened--like it didn't matter no more. And I
feel clean, somehow--like you feel yust after you've took a bath.
And I feel happy for once--yes, honest!--happier than I ever been
anywhere before! [As CHRIS makes no comment but a heavy sigh, she
continues wonderingly.] It's nutty for me to feel that way, don't
you think?

CHRIS--[A grim foreboding in his voice.] Ay tank Ay'm damn fool
for bring you on voyage, Anna.

ANNA--[Impressed by his tone.] You talk--nutty to-night yourself.
You act's if you was scared something was going to happen.

CHRIS--Only God know dat, Anna.

ANNA--[Half-mockingly.] Then it'll be Gawd's will, like the
preachers say-what does happen.

CHRIS--[Starts to his feet with fierce protest.] No! Dat ole
davil, sea, she ain't God! [In the pause of silence that comes
after his defiance a hail in a man's husky, exhausted voice comes
faintly out of the fog to port.] "Ahoy!" [CHRIS gives a startled