[100:00:00]（voice of a salty sea dog） It was like riding a port over a waterfall, and wind
[100:00:01]is not the for what blows in your face: It was something made of iron! Swings
[100:00:02]at ya from the West, never changin' day in and day out. With seas as high as
[100:00:03]the main mast. We had lifelines rigged everywhere, sir, and there were still 16
[100:00:04]men washed over board...Cold? Three men froze in the yards; frozen stiff, sir.
[100:00:05]Couldn't get them down without cutting their fingers loose from the shrouds. I
[100:00:06]was lucky...