Kind of Blue
An electronic beep raises my hackles. I scan the helm and multifunction displays for something amiss. I then realize the sound is the coffeemaker signaling that its job is completed, and my cup of joe is ready. I collect and bring the steaming mug back to the helm, then settle into the double companion chair under a crimson light. I note that it is just after 3 a.m.I’ve been on watch for about 45 minutes, scanning the displays for commercial traffic or any other signs of life, but all is quiet. I look out the forward-facing windows onto the ink-black night as a mellow following sea gives the 47-foot trawler gentle waves to surf down. My two traveling companions snooze belowdecks; it will be another few hours before I rouse…