Peter Zavatson

Story Of Murder In HMAS Australia Peter Zavatson

ALBERT COULD BE forgiven for thinking his world is at peace. Up on deck the air is warm, almost viscous, its gentle movement against his face offering some respite. For a moment or two, away from the hot anddemanding engine-room, he's free to think his own thoughts. He cups his against the air flow to light up a rollie, stares out into the vast bluegrey space beyond and wonders how Da Vinci would paint a landless sea, when sea and sky are one and nothing appears to exist. He wouldn't need all those apprentices that's for sure He leans up against the ship's railing.