Are You Standing Watch?

Another four-to-eight watch! How depressing!

I turned up the collar of my coat against the heavy, damp fog that was creeping across the harbor and engulfing the quarterdeck of the ship. Each ship along the pier was slowly swallowed up, and then all was quiet and cold. I was aware only of the dimly outlined form of the sailor on watch nearby.

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