And The Twain Shall Meet

Hans was up before the call at ten o''clock on Saturday evening. He had been dreaming about the plight of the William R. Jammison. The dream had not been a pleasant one. He was still at a loss to explain what had happened to the steering system between Friday, when it was operating by the book, and this morning when it was not. Could it have anything to do with the two new unfamiliar crewmen? A de...