“Get below, Ma’am,” bawled Drinian. And Lucy, knowing that landsmen—and landswomen—are a nuisao the crew, began to obey. It was not easy. The Dawn Treader was listing terribly to starboard and the deck sloped like the roof of a hou. She had to clamber round to the top of the ladder, holding on to the rail, and then stand by while two men climbed up it, and the down it as best as she could. It was well she was already holding on tight for at the foot of the ladder another wave roared across the deck, up to her shoulders. She was already almost wet through with spray and rain but this was colder. Then she made a dash for the door and got in and shut out for a moment the appalling sight of the speed with which they were rushing into the dark, but not of cour the horrible fusion of creakings, groanings, snappings, clatterings, rs and boomings whily sounded more alarming below than they had done on the poop.
And all day and all the it went on. It went on till one could hardly even remember a time before it had begun. And there always had to be three men at the tiller and it was as much as three could do to keep any kind of a cour. And there always had to be men at the pump. And there was hardly a for anyone, and nothing could be cooked and nothing could be dried, and one man was lost overboard, and they never saw the sun.
When it was over Eustace made the followiry in his diary：
“September 3. The first day fes when I have been able to write. We had been driven before a hurrie for thirteen days and nights. I know that becau I kept a careful t, though the others all say it was only twelve. Pleasant to be embarked on a dangerous voyage with people who ’t even t right！ I have had a ghastly time, up and down enormous waves hour after hour, usually wet to the skin, and not even an attempt at giving us proper meals. Needless to say there’s no wireless or even a rocket, so no ce of signaling anyone for help. It all proves what I keep on telling them, the madness of tting out in a rotten little tub like this. It would be bad enough even if one was with det people instead of fiends in human form. Caspian and Edmund are simply brutal to me. The night we lost our mast （there’s only a stump left now）, though I was not at all well, they forced me to e on ded work like a slave. Lucy shoved her oar in by saying that Reepicheep was longing to go only he was too small. I wonder she doeshat everything that little beast does is all for the sake of showing off. Even at her age she ought to have that amount of n. Today the beastly boat is level at last and the sun’s out and we have all been jawing about what to do. We have food enough, pretty beastly stuff most of it, to last for sixteen days. （The poultry were all washed overboard. Even if they hadn’t been, the storm would have stopped them laying.） The real trouble is water. Two casks em to have got a leak knocked in them and are empty. （Narnian efficy again.） On short rations, half a pint a day each, we’ve got enough for twelve days. （There’s still lots of rum and wi even they realize that would only make them thirstier.）