We were wet and half freezing in the wind-drive.

Besides, the leaps had to be timed to the roll of the hull and the sway of the mast.
The cook was the first to go.

He was snapped off the mast-end, and his body performed cart-wheels in its fall.

A fling of sea caught him and crushed him to a pulp against the cliff.

The cabin boy, a bearded man of twenty-odd, lost hold, slipped, swung around the mast, and was pinched against the boss of rock.