A brisk wind was blowing into the cove, and though the water was calm, rapid work was required to get us safely out.
When I knocked the shackle-bolt loose, the chain roared out through the hawse-hole and into the sea.

I raced aft, putting the wheel up.

The _Ghost_ seemed to start into life as she heeled to the first fill of her sails.

The jib was rising.

As it filled, the _Ghost's_ bow swung off and I had to put the wheel down a few spokes and steady her.
I had devised an automatic jib-sheet which passed the jib across of itself, so there was no need for Maud to attend to that; but she was still hoisting the jib when I put the wheel hard down.