The gales the gales

The gales of the seventh sea are playing up at the moment, so it is everyman to the rigging. The boys inthe crow's nests above are struggling frantically, and the whole ship is shuddering under the strain. The seventh gale in seven days on the seventh sea, not far from the North West Passage. The captain too is nort looking too good, and his niece is down below, turning a whiter shade of pale, if not green, like the sea up here. We shall make for Hudson Bay and see if there is some safe passage to the St Lawrence River. All well on board and nobody lost over the side so far. The St Lawrence River is a good stretch but if we are friendly to the Hurons we might survive.