The Wheelhouse.

Seeing that his true course was behind him, slowly, the bow turned to port and the captain steamed in the direction from which he came.

As the ship came about, he could see the subdued purple of the dawn creeping over the horizon.

When the sun finally peaked up over the edge of the Earth, a brilliant shaft of orange red light lit up the sky.

O! What a Heavenly light!

Onward the vessel steamed, into the broadening day, onward toward his long home, onward.