"What do you think of it, Watkins?
Is the wind going to lull a bit as the sun goes down ?" "I think not, sir.

It seems to me it's blowing harder than it was." "Then we will prepare for the worst, Watkins; get the trysail up on deck.

When you are ready we will bring her up into the wind and set it.
That's the comfort of a yawl, Jack; one can always lie to without any bother, and one hasn't got such a tremendous boom to handle." The trysail was soon on deck, and then the Seabird was brought up into the wind, the weather foresheet hauled aft, the mizzen sheeted almost fore and aft, and the Seabird lay, head to wind, rising and falling with a gentle motion, in strong contrast to her impetuous rushes when under sail.
"She would ride out anything like that," her owner said.

"Last time we came through the Bay on our way from Gib.

we were caught in a gale strong enough to blow the hair off one's head, and we lay to for nearly three days, and didn't ship a bucket of water all the time.