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s and forms: it was not until he stood up; a feat he performed with great difficulty and as infrequently as possible; that one appreciated how preposterous this misconception was。 Gerran stood five feet two inches in his elevator shoes; weighed two hundred and forty…five pounds and; were it not for his extremely ill…fitting clothes…one would assume that the tailor just gave up…was the nearest thing to a perfect human sphere I'd ever clapped eyes on。 He had no neck; long slender sensitive hands and the smallest feet I've ever seen for a man of his size。 The salvage operation over; Gerran looked up and at Imrie。 His plexion was puce in colour; with the purple much more in evidence than the brown。 This did not mean that he was angry; for Gerran never showed anger and was widely believed to be incapable of it: puce was as standard for him as the peaches and cream of the mythical English rose。 His coronary was at least fifteen years overdue。
 〃Really; Captain Imrie; this is preposterous。〃 For a man of his vast bulk; Gerran had a surprisingly high…pitched voice: surprisingly; that is; if you weren't a medical practitioner。 〃Must we keep heading into this dreadful storm?〃
 〃Storm?〃 Captain Imrie lowered his glass and looked at Gerran in genuine disbelief。 〃Did you say 〃storm'? A little blow like this?〃 He looked across to the table where I was sitting with Mr。 Stokes。 〃Force 7; YOU would say; Mr。 Stokes? A touch of eight; perhaps?〃
 Mr。 Stokes helped himself to some more rum; leaned back and deliberated。 He was as bereft of cranial and facial hair as Captain Imrie was overendowed with it。 With his gleaming pate; tightly drawn brown face seamed and wrinkled into a thousand fissures and a long; thin; scrawny neck he looked as aged and as ageless as a Galapagos turtle。 He also moved at about the same speed。 Both he and Captain Imrie had gone to sea together…in minesweepers; as incredibly far back as World War I…and had remained together until they had officially retired ten years previously。 Nobody; the legend went; had ever heard them refer to each other except as Captain Imrie and Mr。 Stokes。 Some said that; in private; they used the terms Skipper and Chief (Mr。 Stokes was the Chief Engineer) but this was discounted as an unsubstantiated and unworthy rumour which did justice to neither man。
 Moments passed; then Mr。 Stokes; having arrived at a measured opinion delivered himself of it。 〃Seven;〃 he said。
 〃Seven。〃 Captain Imrie accepted the judgement as unhesitatingly as if an oracle had spoken and poured himself another drink: I thanked whatever gods there be for the infinitely reassuring presence of Smithy; the mate; on the bridge。 〃You see; Mr。 Gerran? Nothing。〃 As Gerran was at that moment clinging frantically to a table that was inclined at an angle of thirty degrees; he made no reply。 〃A storm? Dearie me; dearie me。 Why; I remember the very first time that Mr。 Stokes and I took the Morning Rose up to the Bear Island fishing grounds; the very first trawler ever to fish those waters and e back with full holds; 1928; I think it was?'
 〃1929;〃 Mr。 Stokes said。
 1929。〃 Captain Imrie fixed his bright blue eyes on Gerran and Johann Heissman; a small; lean; pale man with a permanently apprehensive expression : Heissman's hands were never still。 〃Now; that was a storm! We were with a trawler out of Aberdeen; I forget its name?
 〃The Silver Harvest;〃 Mr。 Stokes said。
 〃The Silver Harvest。 Engine failure in a Force 10。 Two hours she was broadside to the seas; two hours before we could get a line aboard。 Her skipper…her skipper…〃
 〃MacAndrew。 John MacAndrew。〃
 〃Thank you; Mr。 Stokes。 Broke his neck。 Towed his boat…and him with his broken neck in splints…for thirty hours in a Force 10; four of them in a Force 11。 Man; you should have seen yon seas。 I tell you; they were mountains; just mountains。 The bows thirty feet up and down; up and down; rolling over on our beam ends; hour after hour; every man except Mr。 Stokes and myself coughing his insides up…〃 He broke off as Heissman rose hurriedly to his feet and ran from the saloon。 Is your friend upset; Mr。 Gerran?〃
 〃Couldn't we heave to or whatever it is you do;〃 Gerran pleaded。 〃Or run for shelter?〃
 〃Shelter? Shelter from what? Why; I remember…〃
 〃Mr。 Gerran and his pany haven't spent their lives at sea; Captain ;〃 I said。
 〃True; true。 Heave to? Heaving to won't stop the waves。 And the nearest shelter is jan Mayen…and that's three hundred miles to the west…into the weather。〃
 〃We could run before the weather。 Surely that would help?〃
 〃Aye; we could do that。 She'd steady up then; no doubt about it。 If that's what you want; Mr。 Gerran。 You know what the contract says…captain to obey all orders other than those what will endanger the vessel。〃
 〃Good; good。 Right away; then。〃
 〃You appreciate; of course; Mr。 Gerran; that this blow might last another day or so?〃
 With amelioration of the present sufferings practically at hand Gerran permitted himself a slight smile。 〃We cannot control the caprices of mother nature; Captain。〃
 〃And that we'll have to turn almost ninety east?〃
 In your safe hands; Captain。〃
 〃I don't think you are quite understanding。 It will cost us two; perhaps three days。 And if we run east; the weather north of North Cape is usually worse than it is here。 Might have to put into Hammerfest for shelter。 Might lose a week; maybe more。 I don't know how many hundred pounds a day it costs you to hire the ship and crew and pay your own camera crew and all those actors and actresses…I hear tell that some of those people you call stars can earn a fortune in just no time at all…' Captain Imrie broke off and pushed back his chair。 〃What am I talking about? Money will mean nothing to a man like you。 You will excuse me while I call the bridge。〃
 〃Wait。〃 Gerran looked stricken。 His parsimony was legendary throughout the film world and Captain Imrie had touched; not inadvertently; I thought; upon his tenderest nerve。 〃A week! Lose a whole week?〃
 If we're lucky。〃 Captain Imrie pulled his chair back up to the table and reached for the malt。
 〃But I've already lost three days。 The Orkney cliffs; the sea; the Morning Rose…not a foot of background yet。〃 Gerran's hands were out of sight but I wouldn't have been surprised if he'd been wringing them。
 〃And your director and camera crew on their backs for the past four days;〃 Captain Imrie said sympathetically。 It was impossible to say whether a smile lay behind the obfuscatory luxuriance of moustache and beard。
 〃The caprices of nature; Mr。 Gerran。〃
 〃Three days;〃 Gerran said again。 〃Maybe another week。 A thirty…three day location budget; Kirkwall to Kirkwall。〃 Otto Gerran looked ill; clearly both the state of his stomach and his film finances were making very heavy demands upon him。 〃How far to Bear Island; Captain Imrie?〃
 〃Three hundred miles; give or take the usual。 Twenty…eight hours; if we can keep up our best speed。〃
 〃You can keep it up?〃
 I wasn't thinking about the Morning Rose。 It can stand anything。 It's your people; Mr。 Gerran。 Nothing against them; of course; but I'm thinking they'd be more at home with those pedal boats in the paddling ponds。〃
 〃Yes; of course; of course。〃 You could see that this aspect of the business had just occurred to him。 〃Dr。 Marlowe; you must have treated a great deal of seasickness during your years in the Navy。〃 He paused; but as I didn't deny it; he went on: 〃How long do people take to recover from sickness of this kind?〃
 〃Depends how sick they are。〃 I'd never given the matter any thought; but it seemed a logical enough answer。 〃How long they've been ill and how badly。 Ninety rough minutes on a cross…Channel trip and you're as right as rain in ten minutes。 Four days in an Atlantic gale and you'll be as long again before you're back on even keel。〃
 〃But people don't actually die of seasickness; do they?〃
 〃I've never known of a case。〃 For all his usual indecisiveness and more than occasional bumbling ineptitude which tended to make people laugh at him…discreetly and behind his back; of course…Otto; I realised for the first time and with some vague feeling of surprise; was capable of a determination that might verge on the ruthless。 Something to do with money。 I supposed。 〃Not by itself; that is。 But with a person already suffering from a heart condition; severe asthma; bronchitis; ulcerated stomach…well; yes; it could see him off。〃
 He was silent for a few moments; probably carrying out a rapid mental survey of the physical condition of cast and crew; then he said: I must admit that I'm a bit worried about our people。 I wonder if you'd mind having a look over them; just a quick check'; Health's a damn sight more important than any profit…hahl profit; in those days!…that we might make from the wretched film。 As a doctor I'm sure You wholeheartedly agree。〃
 〃Of course;〃 I said。 〃Right away。〃 Otto had to have something that had made him the household name that he had bee in the past twenty years and one had to admire this massive and wholly inadmirable hypocrisy that was clearly part of it。 He had me all ways。 I had said that seasickness alone did not kill so that if I were to state categorically that some member or members of his cast or crew we

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