Everyone else in turn then made the trip across in the dinghy, three or four at a time. To land, you had to make the tricky jump across onto the rock, matching the crests of the incoming waves to the top of the rock, and leaping just an instant before the wave reached its height, so that the boat was still bearing you upward. Those already on the rock would be tugging at the dinghy’s rope, shouting instructions and encouragement over the crashing of the waves, then catching and hauling people as they jumped. I was to be the last one to land. By this time the sea swell was getting heavier and
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