Морской волк

Chapter 17

           Mybodystruckandpoundedasitwasdashedhelplesslyalongandturnedoverandover,andwhenIcouldholdmybreathnolonger,Ibreathedthestingingsaltwaterintomylungs.ButthroughitallIclungtotheoneideaImustgetthejibbackedovertowindward.Ihadnofearofdeath.IhadnodoubtbutthatIshouldcomethroughsomehow.AndasthisideaoffulfillingWolfLarsen’sorderpersistedinmydazedconsciousness,Iseemedtoseehimstandingatthewheelinthemidstofthewildwelter,pittinghiswillagainstthewillofthestormanddefyingit.

           IbroughtupviolentlyagainstwhatItooktobetherail,breathed,andbreathedthesweetairagain.Itriedtorise,butstruckmyheadandwasknockedbackonhandsandknees.BysomefreakofthewatersIhadbeensweptclearundertheforecastle-headandintotheeyes.AsIscrambledoutonallfours,IpassedoverthebodyofThomasMugridge,wholayinagroaningheap.Therewasnotimetoinvestigate.Imustgetthejibbackedover.

           WhenIemergedondeckitseemedthattheendofeverythinghadcome.Onallsidestherewasarendingandcrashingofwoodandsteelandcanvas.TheGhostwasbeingwrenchedandtorntofragments.Theforesailandfore-topsail,emptiedofthewindbythemanoeuvre,andwithnoonetobringinthesheetintime,werethunderingintoribbons,theheavyboomthreshingandsplinteringfromrailtorail.Theairwasthickwithflyingwreckage,detachedropesandstayswerehissingandcoilinglikesnakes,anddownthroughitallcrashedthegaffoftheforesail.

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