I must say I have never seen the boat so quiet like today. Seems like everyone is sleeping as much as they can before we are heading north.
I am sitting in the hall, eating mysli and reading a book. A travel journal of a man traveling on the path of the old explorers he discovered the north islands.
Fredrik shows up but he is still half a sleep and stares at his coffe. I go back on my bed to read under the blanket. It’s much nicer than in the hall.
It’s still raining outside and the village doesn’t look more attractive than last night. The fisher boats are the only color in the whole scenario.