Ralph Stock, South of the Line — Barter (1922)
“ The Moana was tearing through a jet-black sea, mountains high, before a hurricane, or so it seemed to Tritton. In reality, she was probably doing a lumbering eight knots before half a gale; but ignorance has an unpleasant knack of magnifying. It was only possible to think of the pearls now; Tritton was too occupied with the tiller to do anything else, and even that was difficult. Seas were coming aboard—cold, unpleasant seas that lashed the face and chilled to the marrow. Where was he going? He did not know, except that it must be away from Taneba. ”
