Constant peering to windward, watching for seas to strike us, appeared to have given me a cold in the eyes.

I could not see or judge distance properly, and found myself falling asleep momentarily at the tiller.

At 3 a.m.Greenstreet relieved me there.

I was so cramped from long hours, cold, and wet, in the constrained position one was forced to assume on top of the gear and stores at the tiller, that the other men had to pull me amidships and straighten me out like a jack-knife, first rubbing my thighs, groin, and stomach.
"At daylight we found ourselves close alongside the land, but the weather was so thick that we could not see where to make for a landing.
Having taken the tiller again after an hour's rest under the shelter (save the mark!) of the dripping tent, I ran the 'Dudley Docker' off before the gale, following the coast around to the north.

This course for the first hour was fairly risky, the heavy sea before which we were running threatening to swamp the boat, but by 8 a.m.we had obtained a slight lee from the land.