All night long Sea Diver had rolled and 

 tossed in a heavy cross sea as she forged through the rough 

 waters between Great Inagua and the north coast of Haiti. 

 From the moment we had poked her nose out into the open 

 waters beyond Northeast point, she had wallowed on a 

 wet and uncomfortable course. 



Unfortunately we had begun this portion of our trip 

 just at sunset, and by the time I had prepared a simple sup- 

 per for the crew, there was scarcely anyone left to eat it. 

 Vital, Bill, and Clayton had quietly disappeared with their 

 uneasy stomachs to the solace of their bunks. Only Cap- 

 tain Weems, Kemp, Ed and myself had stuck it out, taking 

 our turns at wheel and galley, but happy to head for oiu* 

 cabins, too, as our particular duty ended. 



Now it was dawn, and my turn for the watch. I as- 

 cended the ladder sleepily, battling to maintain my foot- 

 ing as I pushed back the stubborn hatch, and stumbled 

 out upon the deck. In my mind lingered a vision of the 

 Bahama islands we had known during the past few days, 



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