Edward Sinclair was 61 years old; his son Norman was a youngster of 35. Aaron Stone and Richard Vivian had passed 55. Tough, gnarled Newfies all, they knew the sea.
Their craft was an eggshell hull, without spars or sails or engine, riding the gale-lashed sea. She was, you might say, like a fishing trawler with never a thing in or on her. The storm was sweeping down from the northwest and snow mingled with the icy, driven spray, blotting out the weak northern sun.
The hull was just off the ways of a little Newfoundland town. Half an hour after she slipped...
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