Old Lady Brackett is laboring - or at least it seems so. But so is the crew. The air is cooling down now, the sky getting very dark. The wind continues picking up, as is the sea. It starts to rain.
Waves are higher than the mast of the ship.
When we go into a trough, the ship shakes, rattles and rolls. When the bow drops into the sea, the ship shakes and shivers, almost like a dog after a bath. It is damn scary. Dishes fly off the Mess cooks cupboard. Pots fly through the air.