This quick little blurb came to me ... gonna start something with it ...
The
deck pitched and swayed with the whim of the sea. Baldin flopped
across the deck like a dying fish. The first mate growled at him over
the howling gale to get his arse back to the gunwhales afore he
tossed him overboard.
Baldin
scrabbled on hands and knees, his sore and bleeding feet screaming in
protest as he lunged for a handhold. The deck pitched and rolled
again. He used the motion to propel himself back to his station.
