I managed to keep pretty warm with rowing, but old Jim's teeth chattered like a steam-engine.

It came on a regular squall, and I didn't see the fun of sculling after about a couple of hours.

So Jim and I huddled up to keep warm, and let her drift.

We were jolly glad to see a light after a bit, and yelled to let them know where we were.
They didn't hear, though, so we just stuck on and chanced it.

The old tub drifted ashore all right, side on, though she upset just as we got to land.