The pilot Ced Woodward had warned the Avafors' captain not to leave the shelter of the Soo and enter the big lake, but now it was too late. The big steel ship began to buck and pound so hard that the pilothouse doors started to fly open and the men thought they were going to break their knees. Worse, they made virtually no headway against the violent Superior storm that headed them. They could only hang on and trust in their ship -- and perhaps wish that they had followed the advice of their pilot. It was his job to advise them on the lake -- and they had ignored his warnings. Now it was too late. They could only ride it out.
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