When Britannia waives the rules
Flotsam and jetsam
Sam Llewellyn writes nautical thrillers and edits The Marine Quarterly. He is currently patching up a 30ft ketch
It is not yet dawn. The only light is the green gleam of the compass, and the ruby-diamond-and-emerald glow of the masthead trilight, and the occasional flash of a white horse on a black swell. The mind, tired, wanders into a dark labyrinth, made evil-smelling by the thought
