All hands were wet to the skin again and many men were feeling the cold severely.

We forged on slowly and passed inside a great pillar of rock standing out to sea and towering to a height of about 2400 ft.

A line of reef stretched between the shore and this pillar, and I thought as we approached that we would have to face the raging sea outside; but a break in the white surf revealed a gap in the reef and we laboured through, with the wind driving clouds of spray on our port beam.

The 'Stancomb Wills' followed safely.

In the stinging spray I lost sight of the 'Dudley Docker' altogether.