Svend's navigation lesson with Captain Foxe came to an abrupt end. Landfall had been expected and the captain was needed on deck. Luke grabbed his boatcape and left to answer the hail. The wind was still fresh off the starboard aft quarter and the intermittent spray from the North Sea waves kept the aftercastle deck soaked. When Luke reached the aftercastle, John Barrow, the first mate, was standing next to the helmsman. "What bearing?" asked Luke.
John gestured to the left. "From the port beam to three points off the port bow. Scotland's off to port . . .
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