Korea Strait (47 page)

Henrickson nodded and left. But instead of going below to work, Dan turned back to the darkening sea, the winking lights of the channel delineating the one proper and safe path.

If only there were something like that to guide a man's life. But it wasn't laid out that neatly. There were twists, and turns, and unmarked shoals. About all you could be sure of was that when it all looked clear ahead, that was when you'd better check your cross-bearings. Look
astern, to make sure no one was coming up your ass. Calibrate your compass, and prepare for the heavy weather that was sure to come.

Because there were no guides, and no guarantees, and everyone made mistakes. If you just kept on, though, with faith, and the truth, and as much courage as you could muster, he was pretty sure it would turn out all right.

Hands in his pockets, to hold up his still-beltless trousers, he stood watching as the channel opened ahead.