As the curtain rises, ANNA is discovered standing near the coil of rope on which the lantern is placed. She looks healthy, transformed, the natural color has come back to her face. She has on a black, oilskin coat, but wears no hat. She is staring out into the fog astern with an expression of awed wonder. The cabin door is pushed open and CHRIS appears. He is dressed in yellow oilskins--coat, pants, sou'wester--and wears high sea-boots. CHRIS--[The glare from the cabin still in his eyes, peers blinkmgly astern.] Anna! [Receiving no reply, he calls again, this time with apparent apprehension.] Anna! ANNA--[With a start--making a gesture with her hand as if to impose silence--in a hushed whisper.] Yes, here I am. What d'you want? CHRIS--[Walks over to her--solicitously.] Don't you come turn in, Anna? It's late--after four bells. It ain't good for you stay out here in fog, Ay tank. ANNA--Why not? [With a trace of strange exultation.] I love this fog! Honest! It's so--[She hesitates, groping for a word.]--Funny and still. I feel as if I was--out of things altogether. CHRIS--[Spitting disgustedly.] Fog's vorst one of her dirty tricks, py yingo! ANNA--[With a short laugh.] Beefing about the sea again? I'm getting so's I love it, the little I've seen. CHRIS--[Glancing at her moodily.] Dat's foolish talk, Anna. You see her more, you don't talk dat vay. [Then seeing her irritation, he hastily adopts a more cheerful tone.] But Ay'm glad you like it on barge. Ay'm glad it makes you feel good again. [With a placating grin.] You like live like dis alone with ole fa'der, eh? ANNA--Sure I do. Everything's been so different from anything I ever come across before. And now--this fog--Gee, I wouldn't have missed it for nothing. I never thought living on ships was so different from land. Gee, I'd just love to work on it, honest I would, if I was a man. I don't wonder you always been a sailor. CHRIS--[Vehemently.] Ay ain't sailor, Anna. And dis ain't real sea. You only see nice part. [Then as she doesn't answer, he continues hopefully.] Vell, fog lift in morning, Ay tank. ANNA--[The exultation again in her voice.] I love it! I don't give a rap if it never lifts! [CHRIS fidgets from one foot to the other worriedly. ANNA continues slowly, after a pause.] It makes me feel clean--out here--'s if I'd taken a bath. CHRIS--[After a pause.] You better go in cabin--read book. Dat put you to sleep. ANNA--I don't want to sleep. I want to stay out here--and think about things. CHRIS--[Walks away from her toward the cabin--then comes back.] You act funny to-night, Anna. ANNA--[Her voice rising angrily.] Say, what're you trying to do--make things rotten? You been kind as kind can be to me and I certainly appreciate it--only don't spoil it all now. [Then, seeing the hurt expression on her father's face, she forces a smile.] Let's talk of something else. Come. Sit down here. [She points to the coil of rope.]