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As
she
arrived
at
right
angles
to
the
sea
,
the
full
force
of
the
wind
(
from
which
we
had
hitherto
run
away
)
caught
us
.
I
was
unfortunately
and
ignorantly
facing
it
.
It
stood
up
against
me
like
a
wall
,
filling
my
lungs
with
air
which
I
could
not
expel
.
And
as
I
choked
and
strangled
,
and
as
the
Ghost
wallowed
for
an
instant
,
broadside
on
and
rolling
straight
over
and
far
into
the
wind
,
I
beheld
a
huge
sea
rise
far
above
my
head
.
I
turned
aside
,
caught
my
breath
,
and
looked
again
.
The
wave
over-topped
the
Ghost
,
and
I
gazed
sheer
up
and
into
it
.
A
shaft
of
sunlight
smote
the
over-curl
,
and
I
caught
a
glimpse
of
translucent
,
rushing
green
,
backed
by
a
milky
smother
of
foam
.
Then
it
descended
,
pandemonium
broke
loose
,
everything
happened
at
once
.
I
was
struck
a
crushing
,
stunning
blow
,
nowhere
in
particular
and
yet
everywhere
.
My
hold
had
been
broken
loose
,
I
was
under
water
,
and
the
thought
passed
through
my
mind
that
this
was
the
terrible
thing
of
which
I
had
heard
,
the
being
swept
in
the
trough
of
the
sea
.
My
body
struck
and
pounded
as
it
was
dashed
helplessly
along
and
turned
over
and
over
,
and
when
I
could
hold
my
breath
no
longer
,
I
breathed
the
stinging
salt
water
into
my
lungs
.
But
through
it
all
I
clung
to
the
one
idea
--
I
must
get
the
jib
backed
over
to
windward
.
I
had
no
fear
of
death
.
I
had
no
doubt
but
that
I
should
come
through
somehow
.
And
as
this
idea
of
fulfilling
Wolf
Larsen
's
order
persisted
in
my
dazed
consciousness
,
I
seemed
to
see
him
standing
at
the
wheel
in
the
midst
of
the
wild
welter
,
pitting
his
will
against
the
will
of
the
storm
and
defying
it
.
I
brought
up
violently
against
what
I
took
to
be
the
rail
,
breathed
,
and
breathed
the
sweet
air
again
.
I
tried
to
rise
,
but
struck
my
head
and
was
knocked
back
on
hands
and
knees
.
By
some
freak
of
the
waters
I
had
been
swept
clear
under
the
forecastle-head
and
into
the
eyes
.
As
I
scrambled
out
on
all
fours
,
I
passed
over
the
body
of
Thomas
Mugridge
,
who
lay
in
a
groaning
heap
.
There
was
no
time
to
investigate
.
I
must
get
the
jib
backed
over
.
When
I
emerged
on
deck
it
seemed
that
the
end
of
everything
had
come
.
On
all
sides
there
was
a
rending
and
crashing
of
wood
and
steel
and
canvas
.
The
Ghost
was
being
wrenched
and
torn
to
fragments
.
The
foresail
and
fore-topsail
,
emptied
of
the
wind
by
the
manoeuvre
,
and
with
no
one
to
bring
in
the
sheet
in
time
,
were
thundering
into
ribbons
,
the
heavy
boom
threshing
and
splintering
from
rail
to
rail
.
The
air
was
thick
with
flying
wreckage
,
detached
ropes
and
stays
were
hissing
and
coiling
like
snakes
,
and
down
through
it
all
crashed
the
gaff
of
the
foresail
.
The
spar
could
not
have
missed
me
by
many
inches
,
while
it
spurred
me
to
action
.
Perhaps
the
situation
was
not
hopeless
.
I
remembered
Wolf
Larsen
's
caution
.
He
had
expected
all
hell
to
break
loose
,
and
here
it
was
.
And
where
was
he
?
I
caught
sight
of
him
toiling
at
the
main-sheet
,
heaving
it
in
and
flat
with
his
tremendous
muscles
,
the
stern
of
the
schooner
lifted
high
in
the
air
and
his
body
outlined
against
a
white
surge
of
sea
sweeping
past
.
All
this
,
and
more
--
a
whole
world
of
chaos
and
wreck
--
in
possibly
fifteen
seconds
I
had
seen
and
heard
and
grasped
.
I
did
not
stop
to
see
what
had
become
of
the
small
boat
,
but
sprang
to
the
jib-sheet
.
The
jib
itself
was
beginning
to
slap
,
partially
filling
and
emptying
with
sharp
reports
;
but
with
a
turn
of
the
sheet
and
the
application
of
my
whole
strength
each
time
it
slapped
,
I
slowly
backed
it
.
This
I
know
:
I
did
my
best
.
I
pulled
till
I
burst
open
the
ends
of
all
my
fingers
;
and
while
I
pulled
,
the
flying-jib
and
staysail
split
their
cloths
apart
and
thundered
into
nothingness
.
Still
I
pulled
,
holding
what
I
gained
each
time
with
a
double
turn
until
the
next
slap
gave
me
more
.
Then
the
sheet
gave
with
greater
ease
,
and
Wolf
Larsen
was
beside
me
,
heaving
in
alone
while
I
was
busied
taking
up
the
slack
.
"
Make
fast
!
"
he
shouted
.
"
And
come
on
!
"
As
I
followed
him
,
I
noted
that
in
spite
of
rack
and
ruin
a
rough
order
obtained
.
The
Ghost
was
hove
to
.
She
was
still
in
working
order
,
and
she
was
still
working
.
