[Wulfric the Weapon Thane by Charles W. Whistler]@TWC D-Link bookWulfric the Weapon Thane CHAPTER III 14/19
No man knew the Thames-mouth channels better than our pilot, Kenulf the sea crafty, as we called him. Then it fell dead calm, quite suddenly, and we drifted, with the sail flapping against the mast idly, for half an hour or so.
Then fell on us, without warning, such a fierce gale as I had never before seen, blowing from north and west, with rain and bright lightning, and it raised in five minutes a sea that broke over us again and again as Thormod brought the ship head to wind. Then I lost sight of Kenulf's lights, and as I clung to the rail, my mind was torn with longing to be back in my own ship in this danger, though I knew that Kenulf needed me not, and that, had I been there, it would but have been to obey him with the rest of our crew; yet I think that any man who loves his ship will know what I felt. And of the fury and darkness of that night I will say little.
This is what comes into my mind of all that happened--aye, and at night, when the wind roars round the house, I see it all again, waking in my dreams as I call to Kenulf.
One flash of lightning showed me my ship dismasted and helpless, drifting broadside on to a sand over which the waves broke white and angry, and when the next flash came--she was gone! Then I cried out on my folly in leaving her, and out of the blackness beside me as I clung to the gunwale, straining my eyes against the spray, Halfden's voice came, crying, as he gripped my arm: "By Odin--it is well that I kept you here!" And Thormod from the helm shouted to his men to stand by the sheet, and the helm went down, and the ship drove through the seas that broke clean over her as he saw the danger in time to stand away from it, heading her as free as he dared. Naught of this I heeded, for I could think but of the stout sailor men with whom I had been brought up, and of whom I knew only too surely that I should see them not again.
And for them I tried to pray, for it was all that I could do, and it seemed so little--yet who knows what help may come therefrom? Now the longship fought alone with the storm.
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