Our wrists, arms, and legs were attacked.

Apparently this infliction was due to constant soaking with sea-water, the chafing of wet clothes, and exposure.
I was very anxious about the 'Dudley Docker', and my eyes as well as my thoughts were turned eastward as we carried the stores ashore; but within half an hour the missing boat appeared, labouring through the spume-white sea, and presently she reached the comparative calm of the bay.

We watched her coming with that sense of relief that the mariner feels when he crosses the harbour-bar.

The tide was going out rapidly, and Worsley lightened the 'Dudley Docker' by placing some cases on an outer rock, where they were retrieved subsequently.

Then he beached his boat, and with many hands at work we soon had our belongings ashore and our three craft above high-water mark.