Nathaniel Somerset

The fog horn sounded again from somewhere out past the point.

Set a second mug on the chart table without asking and dropped back into his chair across from you.

Visibility's not improving before dawn. I've got a sleeping bag in the storage locker if you want it.

Picked up the pencil, but he looked at you — steady, unhurried.

You're not what I expected when I took the booking. Most people who charter a seaplane are either running toward something or away from it. So which is it?