Six days the storm stormed. Six days a huge grey-yellow steamship, hard rolling over, climbed on water hills, failed in water
precipices, crawled through water walls. Six days of a wave with a rumble and a roar beat in oblique cheekbones of the ship.
In small salon, having buried in a deep armchair, choked and ohal the corpulent person in a shaggy dressing gown. "From
time to time he spent a palm on a damp bald head from sweat, got a box from a pocket and, taking therefrom a white tablet,
with a disgusted grimace put it in a mouth. The captain, high, tightened and clean-shaven, shining numerous buttons and
stripes, slightly kosolapja, went up and down.
Try not to think of rolling, Mr. Ball, - has told it, stopping at a window and endeavouring to consider something through the
water streams, whipping on glass. - eat more, move more, and all will pass.
"Eat, move"... That you speak, the captain! - Ball was wrinkled, has narrowed eyes and has shaken a head: - 0 My God!
The ship smoothly dovalilsja on one side. The captain, with a smile has looked, on the become green person
собеседника:Что it for pills? aeron, - Ball has hardly responded. - awful nasty thing. I do not understand, why they do not
operate. In States to me said that this best patentovannoe means from seasickness. I imagine, what the worst should be!
Pills and mixtures - nonsense! (The ship has again taken a sharp list, and the captain has sat down on a sofa.) a good glass
of rum or whisky and hour walk on the bridge - here that is necessary for you, the sir! However, some love cocktails more, I
Ball has fastidiously waved away and has again swallowed a tablet аэрона:Где we are? To the West from the Hawaiian
Islands, approximately on an island Morell beam. Have crossed a line of change of date in the morning. (A line of change of
date - the conditional line spent on a meridian 180В ° of a longitude. To the east from it the calendar number for one day is
less, than to the West) How many I still needed to suffer? Day three if the storm does not cease. However, Mr. Ball if the
storm does not cease, all of us cannot equally enter into a lagoon and we will drift, there will not come yet calm. So is better
to follow to my councils: rum and walk.
I can not, I can not! - Ball has moaned. - whether there is any hope what this bumpiness will stop? The captain has risen and
again came on salon.
You see the sir, hope, of course, is. But at this time year Pacific ocean is always restless. It is my fifteenth flight to Marshally
(Marshall Islands - group of coral atolls in an average part of Pacific ocean, to the north from equator), and always in
November here storm. And what storm! To you, it is possible to tell, has carried. Only eight points. The present seaman never
names such rolling by a storm.
And it is called as Pacific ocean!. About My God, My God! The fifteenth flight! Kill me god if I ever agree to repeat this trip!
The fifteenth flight!.
The captain has pressed the call button, and in some minutes the steward has put in a special nest on a table a black bottle
and plates with snack. The captain has filled стаканы:Выпьем for your good luck, for your poor creatures, Mr. Ball! It it is
now very bad. The twin deck - not salon. (The twin deck - interdeck space on the courts having of some decks. It is used
for. Placings of cargoes, sometimes people) Ball has closed an eye and, choking and hiccupping, has poured in in itself