As it was, spray and spume came aboard in such quantities that I bailed without cessation.

The blankets were soaking.

Everything was wet except Maud, and she, in oilskins, rubber boots, and sou'wester, was dry, all but her face and hands and a stray wisp of hair.

She relieved me at the bailing-hole from time to time, and bravely she threw out the water and faced the storm.

All things are relative.