A change was now evidently coming fast. Of course, they forward had no access to the barometer; not that they should have understood its indications if anyone had seen it, but the captain, his crew as well as Bren, Adriana and Eric all knew that something was going to be radically wrong with the weather.
For, instead of the lovely blue of the sky which they'd been so long accustomed to since the beginning of the journey, a nasty greasy shade had come over the heavens, which reflected in the sea and made that look dirty and stale also.
Bren was preparing himself for the worst possible, but his faith was engraved boldly in his heart. They would get to Hartland safely!
That well-known appearance of the waves before a storm was also very well marked, which consists of an undecided sort of break in their tops.
