The forward cabin was awash, as was the engine-well, and the after stateroom was knee-deep.

They gathered on the bridge deck and held council.
"We can plug her seams, all right," said Steve, "and by keeping a pump going get to port, _if_ we can only get her off the beach.

But I can't, for the life of me, see how we're going to do that.

Her bow's settled a foot deep in sand and it's piled up along this side of her.

Even her propeller's buried!" "Not very much," said Joe.