You may not think so, but I know.

Forlorn hope of civilization, they met the onset of the sea and quitted themselves like men; and, when the proud sun rose at last, the hurrying, plundering, throbbing, straining world of men went on as usual; the lovers spoke sweet words; the strong man rejoiced exceedingly in his strength; the portly citizen ordered his fish for dinner, and the dead fishermen wandered hither and thither in the dark sea-depths, their eyes sealed with the clammy ooze.
That is an item in the cost of fish which occurs to a prosaic arithmetician.
Lewis Ferrier had certainly much the worst so far in his defensive battle with wind and wave.

Here was a landsman on a swept hulk with a dumb captain, a maimed man; two hands overboard, and a boy as the available ship's company.

Never mind.

He got Larmor below, and the dogged skipper made signs by hissing and moving his fist swiftly upward.
"The rockets ?" Larmor nodded, and pointed to a high locker.