SHEILA IN THE WIND
"The stern continued to rise as we forged ahead with the speed of the wave, until I was staring vertically down at the bow. The masts seemed to be almost horizontal and I could feel Sheila’s struggle not to nose-dive. For one second of time it seemed that the stern was going right over, somer-saulting the whole ship, but the flare in the bows had just enough lift to hold her until, with the stern high in the air, the crest passed beneath in a roar of broken foam and Sheila sank back to her normal position.
In all the voyage that one wave was unique, and never again did I meet another like it. Unfortunately for my future peace of mind I did not know that at the time."