Francis Lynde, Somewhere in the Caribbean — Chapter 5 (1923)
“ Though the tempest was still shrieking like a chorus of fiends in the schooner's rigging, its extreme violence seemed to be spent. The billows continued to run mountain high but their crests no longer curled and broke to throw the propeller out of water and the endless twitchings of the throttle became unnecessary. Stiff and weary, I pulled myself up the ladder, clinging limpetlike to the hatchway coaming when I got my head above the deck level. Brill, or what I thought might be his dead body, was hanging in the rope sling by which we had anchored him to the life line and José had the wheel. ”
