The sun gradually sank below the horizon, the last of its afterglow scattering across the sea surface, forming a perfect circle with its reflection.
Through the porthole, Bi Fang could see the originally deep blue sea turn into a sheet of bright white.
What time is it?
Bi Fang, who had dozed off in a daze, woke up somewhat confused; it was only when he saw the electronic clock fixed to the wall that he realized it was noon.
Uh, so it actually is noon, the time when the sun is at its fiercest.
Bi Fang scratched his head; decades of life experience had led him to believe it was dusk—forgetting that he was in the Arctic, where it was indeed midday, even though the sun could only rise so high due to the latitude.
The polar night had ended only a few days ago, and the sun was still moving towards the Tropic of Cancer. In another week, one would be able to see the full sun, and the daylight hours would significantly increase.
