Man 1 — It was like riding a pork over a waterfall, sir
Man 2 — And wind is not the name for what blows in your face. It’s something
made of iron!
Man 1 — Swings at you from the west, never changing, day in and day out
Man 2 — With seas as high as the name mast!
Man 1 — We had lifeboats everywhere, sir, but there were sixteen men
washed overboard.
Man 2 — Cold, three men frozen to yards, sir,
Man 1 — Frozen stiff, sir,
Man 2 — Couldn’t get them down without pulling their fingers loose
Man 1 — I was looking