And the opening lines of the next book are

T'wasn't a particularly dark night, except when the rain squalls came through and the low clouds obscured the leading lights nestling in the fetid hills above Suva. Nor was it particularly stormy, depending on one's definition of stormy of course; three metre seas and twenty-odd knots of wind weren't particularly uncomfortable, following the boat as they were, but heading into them would be a different matter.