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Portrait of Max Pemberton Max Pemberton The Sea Wolves — IX. THE TRAGEDY OF THE FLIGHT (1901)

Although the cruiser ceased to fire at her, and lay playing upon her with the spreading radiance of her magnificent light, every man on deck awaited the moment when his body should shrink under the cold touch of the sea, and he should be drawn down in the vortex at once to death and to burial.
This very uncertainty, and the fact that the yacht continued to float in the face of her sore plight, added pitiably to the sufferings of the men. Burke had staggered upon deck at the first shock, and now stood muttering on the bridge, unable to gather his wits for a coherent order.
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Portrait of Max Pemberton Max Pemberton The Sea Wolves — IX. THE TRAGEDY OF THE FLIGHT (1901)

To many of these a moment's warmth, a ray of heat, the shelter of a dry coverlet, would have been worth ten times their share of the vast plunder which now swam in the lapping seas of the saloon. But for them there was no relief. Water washed in the galley fires; the engine-room was full of it; the whole yacht reeked of it; and in the general desolation the men cried for land as children cry for the homes they have left and the havens of their comfort.
At what time—if ever—this wretched ship would have made Corunna no man may presume to tell.
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