His long, untrimmed hair was blond, and the inch of stubble on his face was brick red.

There were tiny creases at the corners of his eyes, caused by the blistering sleet and cold wind of the Arctic coast.

He grimaced as he studied himself.

Then his face lighted up with sudden inspiration.
"I've got it!" he exclaimed.

"I need a shave! We'll use the prune water." From the rubber bag he fished out his razor, a nubbin of soap, and a towel.