Cape Horn

Voice of a salty sea dog) It was like riding a port over a waterfall, and wind

Is not the for what blows in your face: It was something made of iron! Swings

At ya from the West, never changin' day in and day out. With seas as high as

The main mast. We had lifelines rigged everywhere, sir, and there were still 16

Men washed over board... Cold? Three men froze in the yards; frozen stiff, sir.