As she was hurled down to starboard, whither Michael was ignominiously flung, the crack of shattered timbers was plainly heard.

Henrik Gjertsen, at the wheel, clutching the wheel with all his strength, was spun through the air as the wheel was spun by the fling of the rudder.

He fetched up against Captain Doane, whose grip had been torn loose from the rail.

Both men crumpled down on deck with the wind knocked out of them.

Nishikanta leaned cursing against the side of the cabin, the nails of both hands torn off at the quick by the breaking of his grip on the rail.
While Daughtry was passing a turn of rope around the Ancient Mariner and the mizzen rigging and giving the turn to him to hold, Captain Doane crawled gasping to the rail and dragged himself erect.
"That fetched her," he whispered huskily to the mate, hand pressed to his side to control his pain.