On the trip north, sea conditions were mostly dead calm. I get sick on a Ferris Wheel, so the fact that I didn’t use any scopolamine was very good news.
The bad news was that dead calm usually means fog and once we hit Montauk, there really wasn’t any reason to look outboard since whatever was out there wasn’t visible. We knew there was a bow to the ship only because that's where they keep the foghorn.
For all I knew, we never got more than 50' off shore and until we got to St. John we could have been sailing in circles off the coast of New Jersey, with the officers praying the Stockholm wasn’t still out there somewhere.