The Skipper came down to the Port in the evening and held a consultation with the First Mate over the weather, which was looking as bad as possible – blowing hard NW and raining, plus thunder and lightning. Decided not to go out that night. Sunday morning went round Rocks Road to have a look at the damage done by the sea and found a hole in the wall 30 feet long. The Skipper then went to let his people at home know he had not put out to sea and got drowned. The First Mate pottered about in yachting costume all day and showed his independence of the weather by not shaving or putting on his boots. By nightfall the weather was still bad and the Skipper did not put in an appearance.