Whale Hunting?

In helpless horror I watched water pour over the sides into our precariously leaning boat while the giant bamboo sail whipped and cracked overhead.
Men were shouting orders and bailing bloody water out as quickly as they could with small buckets and without being told, I jumped from my seat and moved to sit on the opposite edge of the boat, hoping to balance the weight before we flipped. It was all I could do to hold on as the sea pitched and rolled, having its way with our little boat.
The shoreline was just a faint line in the hazy distance, and considering that there was absolutely no safety equipment on board our little hunting boat, it was going to be one hell of a swim in a rough sea if we finished capsizing.
It most likely would not be survivable. As in many times before, I wondered how in the world I get myself into these situations and by the end of my short prayer to a gray, cloudy sky, our boat was starting to right itself again.
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