Chapter 19: The Rubicon

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌⁠It was a cold, vaporous dawn, the glass rising, and the wind fallen to a light air still from the north-east. Our creased and sodden sails scarcely answered to it as we crept across the oily swell to Langeoog. “Fogs and calms,” Davies prophesied. The Blitz was astir when we passed her, and soon after steamed out to sea. Once over the bar, she turned westward and was lost to view in the haze. I sho