Look out, lads, and hold on!" Onward, as we gazed astern, came a large green sea, with a white angry crest, swelling larger and larger as it got nearer, until it almost hung above the poop before breaking.
"Hold on, lads, hold on!" cried the captain, repeating his previous warning, when, with a dull thud the mass of water broke, covering us all with a sheet of foam that drenched us through and through, almost swept us away from our lashings--the spars that supported us being lifted up from the deck and then dropped again as suddenly.
At the same time, there was a heavy crash heard forward, and the ship lurched as if she were going to founder.

She quivered all over, and her timbers creaked and groaned.
Next, she rolled heavily more over to starboard, as the wave which had broken over us sped onwards, washing the waist and forecastle; and then, with another great crash the mizzen and mainmasts rolled into the sea, and the port side of the ship that was under water rose up clear.
The foremast, which had broken away when we heard that great crash forwards had been snapped off just below the slings of the fore-yard, and had followed its companions overboard, although still towed alongside by the stays and starboard rigging that also held the other spars; and, the next instant, with an upward bound the _Josephine_ righted.

At the same moment, the water that had filled the cabin and waist and forecastle poured out on either side through the scuppers and broken bulwarks; while the sunken part of the poop and lower deck rose high and dry again as we looked on, hardly believing that what we had so anxiously awaited and striven for had come to pass at last.
"Thank God!" exclaimed Captain Miles in a voice faltering with emotion; while several of the men, quite unnerved, burst into tears..