The River's Dark Blanket

We are moving up river into the dark. Its kind of weird running on so little sleep and traveling upstream with very little light. We can usually see where we have been and the Captain can see where we are going , but the dark ,combined with the single candle on the bow ,robs both positions of visual input. So you just fall into a groove and move upstream in silence. The other two boats are ahead of us, but we are moving at a surprisingly fast clip. The one good thing about our early start is we taking advantage of the tidal change. The difference can be as much as 6 knots. But its dark and quiet , I think about the fact that this is the final leg to Kingston. The weather is changing and a storm is moving in. Capt. Dave is on the Cod Peace , Mr Nick is on the DeSager , Mr William and I are on oars. Mr Dill steers through the night.