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If things were any worse the men would have lost all hope. As it was, they barely had the sense to hold on tightly. But to their benefit they kept their eyes open and hands grasping firmly. For a short time it seemed that the entire universe was against them, that their lives were held on a precarious razor’s edge. Though waves crashed around them, wind howled and battered the sails, though the world seemed to be drowning in on them, the crew held fast to their posts. Just as they felt they could bare no more the wind halted and the sea turned to glass. Desirous, but hestitant, each man with breath held in, slowly unclenched one finger at a time, waiting for disastor to befall again…