Looking over the weather break on the bridge of HMS Pendenis Castle toward the east I could see the dawn breaking with the yellow sky rising up from the horizon and fading into the dark and then blending with the black and grey of clouds, which have been with us for the past three or four days. The waves of the sea were of the same colours, so black and dark green, the only difference, there were the white caps rolling across and breaking against the side of the ship sounding like paper being torn in half as we patrolled the convoy we had picked up two hundred miles out of New York.