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[bodytext] => Wind ripped through the rigging. Because wind was strong blowing cold, sheets with extended billows were stiff, unyielding. Men struggled to reef them. Gale and mounting surge were increasing. The ship pitched and rolled. Sleet and ice in halyards encrusted blocks, covered lines. North Atlantic weather and water were assaulting forces. Both gave the ship and crew no quarter; it tried their captain. Lars Nielsen welcomed the fight. He enjoyed the challenge for such had never beaten him. This Danish ship and crew would survive. Ten years he’d been captain never having lost a command, yet this weather and sea were bad giving indication of becoming worse, which warning signed greater battle still to come. Officers and crew were capable. Together they had experienced like conditions before. Brig Copenhagen was a fine vessel, a ship that answered smartly to the wheel. She’d bring them safely to Halifax, Nova Scotia. The question was could the ship and crew beat Yorkshire’s record of sixteen days set three years ago in 1846? Probably not It all depended on the weather. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 335 [topic] => 21 [informant] => ramfire [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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