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SOMETIME BE-fore dawn, one infinitesimal speck detaching itself from another under unseeing stars. And now as the sun rose astern, the southeast trades began to die so that his speed slackened and his search slowed.
He sagged nude at the helm, shivering in panic, alone with a cat 40 miles from the nearest island. In early apricot light at his watch. It was 5:15 A.M. Papeete time.
The ketch had been pounding southeast, steered by a wind-vane, bound from Bora Bora to Tahiti, now seventy miles away. In darkness at 3:12 A.M., he had discovered that she was gone. At that time he had been, roughly, fifty miles from Moorea upwind, with Raiatea forty miles in the other direction.
When the first instant of paralysis had passed and he found that he could function, he had dropped the man-overboard flag, tied to a floating scrobe light. He had acted instinctively, but perhaps prematurely. there was no reason to think that she was anywhere near. The strobe had begun to wink in his wake.
He had found himself whimpering in fear but capable of elementary calculations. He had reversed course instantly and set the wind_vane to steer the new heading. He avoided chaos, by force of will, long enough to plot a position. And he searched for their logbook, hoping to find her last entry because it would help to pinpoint the time when she had gone. He could not find the book. Uselessly, he had tried to call Papeete Radio, in hating French, and then English. There was no reply. He climbed halfway up the mast to the spreader.
First he had searched from aloft, letting the wind-vane steer. He Had clung to the rigging under the yardarm for two hours, scanning by starlight the path they had sailed, straining against the dark and listen-ing . The gibbous, lopsided moon sinking to the west was useless. It was not darkness, anyway, that would hide her when he drew near; it was the unceasing swells rolling in from the east. Even from twenty-fivefeet up the mast, the blinking strobe had been lost within minutes, astern among mountainous seas,It was three days before Christmas, high summer and le mauvais temps in the Societies. He faced a day of simmering heat and squalls. Naked and tall in the rigging, eyeballs wind-dried and stinging, he had clung to the shrouds as the sun rose. His hands and feet were already raw from the teak rungs, for the roll continually pressed him against the rough wood and then flung him side to side. His skin smelled sourly of terror. Already he was oozing sweat.
He had hung on past sunrise as Irwin, their stainless-steel wind-vane, steered him back over the track they had come. A few minutes after dawn the breeze fell off so sharply that the boat began to wander, groping for the wind. So he had swung down, lurched aft to the cockpit, and released the sterring-vane. He took the wheel.
Now he was too low to see well. For a while, he slatted along at two knots, not covering nearly enough ocean, trapped at deck-level. He had no choice: if he lashed the helm and started the engine and climbed the shrouds again he'd drift from the path they had sailed.
To fend off despair, he considered once more a hope that had helped him through the hours aloft. If she had been wearing her jacket, there was a plastic police-whistle tied to the zipper, just for this, very loud and shrill. The jacket itself, being floatable, might keep her up all day.
He moved towards the hatch, intending finally to duck below to check the foul-weather locker for the coat. Hand on the hutch-top, he stopped. He was afraid to face her bright orange jacket hanging in the locker. It was better to assume that she was in it, floating somewhere ahead.
He glanced back at the rising sun, shafting through a squall line. She could be watching it too. "Now look," he muttered to no one, "I haven't asked a fucking thing until now..."
He found his eyes filling with tears, so that he could not search. Astonished, he massaged them with his fingers until he could see. When his vision cleared, he grabbed a mizzen shroud near the wheel. To raise his eye-level, he balanced with one bare foot on the cockpit rail. He steered with the other, as he did when they entered an unknown pass and she perched in the crosstress to help. He craned ahead, sweeping the horizon. Standing this way, until fatigue overtook him, he would be able to see almost as well as if he were on the bottom rung of the ladder.
He had found himself whimpering in fear but capable of elementary calculations. He had reversed course instantly and set the wind-vane to steer the new heading. He avoided chaos, by force of will, long enough to plot a position. And he searched for their logbook, hoping to find her last entry because it would help to pinpoint the time when she had gone. He could not find the book.
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