"I dare say this blow won't last long.

It's only a squall, probably." "It's a good one, then," muttered Steve.

"If you don't believe it take hold of this wheel.

Feel her kick?
Keep a lookout for that island in there, Joe." Things went from bad to worse and ten minutes after the first warning the _Adventurer_ was tossing about like a cork, her propeller as often out of water as in, and making hard work of it.
They had to hold tight to whatever was nearest to keep from being pitched across the bridge deck.

The seas began to pile in over the roof of the after cabin and the deck was soon awash.