shouting hysterically.
he turns. oh god! running through the slogging sand.
staring, eyes widening.
his instincts shine -- as does his newly-acquired sense of direction.
looking up in horror, covering his face.
he is clinging to the mast for dear life, as the ship begins to tilt to stern, and everything starts to break loose around him.
he scrambles for his life onto the flying bridge, sees the m- 1 stuck there, seizes it.