height gusts, high position, seas break, found compelled cling tightly — Jack London, Mutiny Elsinore

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In the height of the gusts, in my high position, where the seas did not break, I found myself compelled to cling tightly to the rail to escape being blown away. My face was stung to severe pain by the high-driving spindrift, and I had a feeling that the wind was blowing the cobwebs out of my sleep-starved brain.

Jack London, The Mutiny of the Elsinore

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