Tham khảo tài liệu 'mastering the craft of science writing part 12', ngoại ngữ, kỹ năng viết tiếng anh phục vụ nhu cầu học tập, nghiên cứu và làm việc hiệu quả | Ideas into Words For the next hour the sea is calm horribly so. The only sign of what s coming is the wind direction it shifts restlessly from quadrant to quadrant all afternoon. At four o clock it s out of the southeast. An hour later it s out of the south-southwest. An hour after that it s backed around to due north. It stays that way for the next hour and then right around seven o clock it starts creeping into the northeast. And then it hits. It s a sheer change the Andrea Gail enters the Sable Island storm the way one might step into a room. The wind is instantly forty knots and parting through the rigging with an unnerving scream . By eight o clock the barometric pressure has dropped to 996 millibars and shows no sign of leveling off. That means the storm is continuing to strengthen and create an even greater vacuum at its center. Nature as everyone knows abhors a vacuum and will try to fill it as fast as possible. The waves catch up with the wind speed around eight pm and begin increasing exponentially they double in size every hour . One can imagine Billy standing at the helm and gripping the wheel with the force and stance one might use to carry a cinder block. It would be a confused sea mountains of water converging diverging piling up on themselves from every direction. A boat s motion can be thought of as the instantaneous integration of every force acting upon it in a given moment and the motion of a boat in a storm is so chaotic as to be almost without pattern. Billy would just keep his bow pointed into the worst of it and hope he doesn t get blindsided by a freak wave. And that was the start of the storm. In the same matter-of-fact tone Junger spends the last nine pages of chapter 6 explaining precisely what happens physiologically in a person who drowns at sea step by step. Billy Tyne Alfred Pierre David Sullivan Bugsy Moran Dale Murphy and Bobby Shatford are surely dead. The reader sees them clearly sinking down and down and down limp and open-eyed.
