[throwing his sou'wester down]
God DAMNIT how can this happen?! Only twelve boats in the Atlantic! From Greenland to the Azores, a lousy dozen! And here we are, almost ramming into each other! Something's wrong here...(turning to navigator) Our position's correct?
...more or less, Captain.
What's that supposed to mean?!
Not one sun shot in two weeks, and we drifted in this storm. Difficult to calculate.
That's just great. All of us "more or less" in position and it'll happen - two boats in one place and gaping holes in the route! The British can slide a whole fleet through. Here, in the middle of the sea, it's always another story. [to Werner] I hope you're taking notes. Maybe you can clue headquarters in.
Surely you have better connections than me.
You think so, huh?
