I had a HUGE welt on my forehead and my left shoulder and left leg throbbed. The crown on my nose was crooked. Ironically, the boat held less than two gallons, less than one container of fuel. I went back below, half delirious. I heard Mary say something about seeing a doctor.
Wives love to take husbands to doctors for any little thing.
A broken face. I ignored her and slowly made my way to the forward berth to turn in as Ben strapped the fuel containers back on deck. My left foreleg was swollen huge and tight. My left shoulder was throbbing. I had a difficult time getting my glasses on over the notch at the crown of my nose, but even though they seemed to have put on a couple of extra pounds since last night, they fit.