The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

Then a gap was torn in it and a yellow sunset poured through the gap. All the waves
behind them seemed to take on unusual shapes and the sea was a drab or yellowish colour
like dirty canvas. The air grew cold. The ship seemed to move uneasily as if she felt
danger behind he The sail would be flat and limp one minute and wildly the next. While
she was noting these things and wondering at a sinister change which had come over the
very noise the wind, Drinian cried, "All hands on deck." In a moment everyone became
frantically busy. The hatches wet battened down, the galley fire was put out, men went
aloft to reef the sail. Before they had finished the storm struck them. It seemed to Lucy
that a great valley in the sea opened just before their bows, and they rushed down in it,
deeper down than she would have believed possible. A great grey hill of water, far higher
than the mast, rushed to meet them; it looked certain death but they were tossed to the top
of it. Then the ship seemed to spin round. A cataract of water poured over the deck; the
poop and forecastle were like two islands with a fierce sea between them. aloft the sailors
were lying out along the yard desperate trying to get control of the sail. A broken rope
stood out sideways in the wind as straight and stiff as if it was poker.
"Get below, Ma'am," bawled Drinian. And Lucy knowing that landsmen - and
landswomen - are a nuisance to the crew, began to obey. It was not easy. The Dawn
Treader was listing terribly to starboard and the deck sloped like the roof of a house. She
had to clamber round to the top of the ladder, holding on to the rail, and the stand by
while two men climbed up it, and then get down as best she could. It was well she was
already holding tight for at the foot of the ladder another wave roar across the deck, up to
her shoulders. She was already almost wet through with spray and rain but this was
colder. Then she made a dash for the cabin door and got in and shut out for a moment the
appalling sight of the speed with which they were rushing into the dark, but not of course
the horrible confusion of creakings, groanings, snappings, clatterings, roarings and
boomings which only sounded more alarming below than they had done on the poop.
And all next day and all the next it went on. It went on till one could hardly even
remember a time before it had begun. And there always had to be three men at the tiller
and it was as much as three could do to keep any kind of a course. And there always had
to be men at the pump. And there was hardly any rest for anyone, and nothing could be
cooked and nothing could be dried, and one man was lost overboard, and they never saw
the sun.
When it was over Eustace made the following entry in his diary.
"3 September. The first day for ages when I have been able to write. We had been driven
before a hurricane for thirteen days and nights. I know that because I kept a careful count,
though the others all say it was only twelve. Pleasant to be embarked on a dangerous
voyage with people who can't even count right! I have had a ghastly time, up and down
enormous waves hour after hour, usually wet to the skin, and not even an attempt at
giving us proper meals. Needless to say there's no wireless or even a rocket, so no chance
of signalling anyone for help. It all proves what I keep on telling them, the madness of
setting out in a rotten little tub like this. It would be bad enough even if one was with