The scene aft was indescribable.

A quantity of debris of varying nature slid across the smooth surface of the gun deck with a rush at every roll, making navigation a difficult, if not perilous, task.

Later, to add to the tumult, one man's hammock was cut down by a falling mess table, but he escaped serious injury.
It was not until the following morning that the seas subsided, but the day proved pleasant, and the mishaps of the preceding afternoon were forgotten in the excitement of reaching Norfolk, which port was reached by the "Yankee" shortly before dark.

Later in the evening the ship was taken to the navy yard.
"Which means that we are going to hustle more ammunition," observed Tommy, as we made fast to a dock.
"And more stores," added "Dye." "And coal," chimed in "Stump," with a grimace.

"I am glad of it, too." "Glad of it ?" echoed "Dye," in surprise.