Last night aboard the Sarinda, I heard a sound from the cockpit. The wind was easily blowing a force five, so I assumed something had come unstuck and fallen to the deck – no big deal. Usually when that happens, I can feel the vibrations in the wood.
This time I felt nothing.
The sound just happened.
A black cumulonimbus drifted over the sunset and took what remaining light there was, while the wind grew to a force six and began lashing me with rain. I unlocked the cockpit to take shelter in there while the storm passed.
The first thing I came face to face with was the old radio, disconnected and a long time dead.
Or so I thought.