The frozen gear worked protestingly, but after a struggle our little craft came up to the wind again, and we breathed more freely.

Skin frost-bites were troubling us, and we had developed large blisters on our fingers and hands.

I shall always carry the scar of one of these frost-bites on my left hand, which became badly inflamed after the skin had burst and the cold had bitten deeply.
We held the boat up to the gale during that day, enduring as best we could discomforts that amounted to pain.

The boat tossed interminably on the big waves under grey, threatening skies.

Our thoughts did not embrace much more than the necessities of the hour.