As we cross the waters the clouds grow darker and the rain increases. A storm might be in the offing say the ableminded of the sailors manning my ship.
I find them hard to understand, they should be proper Prussian sailors, merely donning the attire of a Danish seaman for the sake of camouflage, but I am beginning to wonder if they might have some northern connections. Their eyes have a strange furtive look to them and several of the lower ranked have decidedly Slavic features.
We still have an excellent visibility betveen the ships in spite of the weather and we are alll following the course with only a half-hours delay, due to some freak-current not accounted for by the members of the Royal Cartographical Society. It is drawing us south-east at 2 kn. p. h. but we will escape this mishap when we reach the north-bound strait. Kommandant Moltkes ship seems to have avoided the current alltogether and is moving directly towards the rendez-vous.
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