Foggy Encounters

The fog settled in on Saturday night, our last night out.  Rusty was on watch and I was in the v-berth trying to get a little shut eye.  The deep throbbing of a large ship's engine is an unmistakable sound.  The problem in the fog can be figuring out where it's coming from.  I heard the deep-throated call of her fog horn.  Then the little peep that was our fog horn. Back and forth they went, "BROOONG"   "BEEEEP" "BROOONG"  "BEEEP" Stopping just short of being frantic. Eventually the unseen behemoth moved along and we continued on our way.