God have mercy on us or we are
lost," said Gray.
White with fear he looked at the barometer, then at the sky. Already
the rumblings of the storm could be heard, and in the distance sheets
of foam like a mist were being driven before the wind.
"It will be here in a moment. The first shock will strike us on the
side.--If we only don't capsize," said the Captain.
"I cannot turn the ship against the wind so long as it is lying still
like this. We must let the waves wash over us--there!"
While Gray was speaking the storm broke and went howling through the
rigging, filling the only sail which was unfurled. The mast creaked;
the ship groaned in all its joints, as it tipped on its side until the
ends of the yards touched the water, and for one awful moment it seemed
as if it could not right itself. Then yielding to the rudder it swung
round to the west, and offered the point of the bow to the storm. Only
the fact that it was very strongly built saved it from destruction.
"Keep to the south as much as you can," called the Captain.
"The first danger is over," said Gray breathless, "but what now? How
am I to steer a ship that won't and can't be steered in such a storm as
this.
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