(voice of a salty sea dog) It was like riding a port over a waterfall, and wind 

is not the for what blows in your face: It was something made of iron! Swings 

at ya from the West, never changin' day in and day out. With seas as high as 

the main mast. We had lifelines rigged everywhere, sir, and there were still 16 

men washed over board...Cold? Three men froze in the yards; frozen stiff, sir. 

Couldn't get them down without cutting their fingers loose from the shrouds. I 

was lucky...