●ng order to go about ship as o▓ften as men enough for the manuv▓re reached the deck.
It was a su●bmarine task, this wearing ship.● The lee braces rarely appeared abo▓ve the water l
ine, and, once tailed out ▓on them, every man clung to ▓his rope like grim death, for it ●was literally his
only hold on life; to let go● meant a short shift to Davy Jones’ lo●cker.With every roll the sea swept high ●above our heads and left us floundering in t●he scuppers like fish strung o
n a line.T▓here were no rousing “chanties” to cheer us ●on, for not even the sailmaker ●could air his vocal accomplishments to advant●age under water.But
even without such insp▓iration no man thought of loafing at the lee br▓aces; and more than once we took “a