Ossie, fetch a can of biscuits.

See that the lid's tight." Wave after wave struck on the starboard beam and fell hissing across the boat.

The side curtains were ripped from the stanchions and fluttered wildly about them.
"Going to swim for it ?" asked Joe above the roar of waves and tempest.
"Yes! We've got to.

The boat would swamp in an instant.

I'll start ahead with the line.