Passage
Fog on the Marlow Ferry
By the time the Marlow ferry cleared the harbor mouth, the fog had swallowed the far shore. Deckhand Priya Raman had checked the life jacket lockers twice, once before boarding and once after, though the logbook required only one check. She had not mentioned it to anyone.
Captain Ng stood at the wheel, humming, and slowed the engines to half. "Horn," he said, without turning around. Priya pulled the lever, and a long, low note rolled across the water. A few seconds later, a thinner note answered from somewhere ahead and to the left. Captain Ng stopped humming. He eased the wheel to starboard, toward the right.
"Tell the passengers to stay seated," he said. Priya walked through the cabin, speaking quietly to a man with a stroller and to two teenagers who had drifted toward the rail. When she returned to the wheelhouse, the thin note sounded again, fainter now and behind them.
The captain let out a long breath and brought the engines up to three-quarters. "Fishing boat," he said. "He was where he should be, and so were we." Priya wrote the time in the logbook. After a moment, she added a line about the life jackets.