I have been in a great many rooms at the moment the power shifts.

It always looks the same.

It is not loud.

It is a stillness that falls when everyone present understands, at once and without being told, that the rules they had been counting on have just been replaced by different rules, and that the person who writes the new ones is not who they thought it was.

That stillness fell over the deck of the Whitcombe yacht like a change in weather.

And into it, first up the boarding ladder, came not a police officer at all.