Stephen King's the Mist

 So, since we left Stockholm, we’ve been passing all these pretty little islands with houses on them and it’s been raining, but now a fog has rolled in.  A fog that is very thick and doesn’t seem to be leaving.  The ship has been having to blow its horn

  every minute for almost the last 24 hours straight.  There has been times when the fog has appeared to lift for a little bit and you don’t notice the horn and you think that we are through the worst of it, but then it thickens again and the horn starts up again.  John pointed out that these are probably the most dangerous conditions that we have ever sailed in and I would have to agree.  At least there are

 no icebergs this time of year and we are into deeper, wider water now, but I’m starting to wonder if we will be able to dock at Copenhagen tomorrow.  I mean we went to bed last night with the fog, woke up it and it is midafternoon and it’s still like 

 pea soup.  We’re not sailing out of it, the wind isn’t blowing it away and the sun isn’t burning it off.  Maybe we’ll get to Denmark, maybe we’ll be late, or maybe they’ll just blow right past it because we are going at a snail’s pace because of the weather and might not make it all the way there by tomorrow

morning.