First the main-sheet strap was carried away, and then the peak halyard-block broke from the gaff.

It was time to reef and refit, and so when "all hands" came on deck I went about doing that.
The 19th of June was fine, but on the morning of the 20th another gale was blowing, accompanied by cross-seas that tumbled about and shook things up with great confusion.

Just as I was thinking about taking in sail the jibstay broke at the masthead, and fell, jib and all, into the sea.

It gave me the strangest sensation to see the bellying sail fall, and where it had been suddenly to see only space.

However, I was at the bows, with presence of mind to gather it in on the first wave that rolled up, before it was torn or trailed under the sloop's bottom.