‘That’s where we were anchored,’ he said, pointing with a finger, ‘And there’s the Beach End buoy. We must be drifting towards the lightship.’ He remembered what Jim had said about shoals. ‘Get out to sea and stay there.’ That was what Jim had said. He wished desperately that Jim was aboard. Where was the safe way thought the shoals? What had Jim said? Was it by the cork lightship? It must be here, and John put his finger on what looked like a wide, clear road leading out, between the shoals, to deep water.