the bosun called for the hands to bend on the mizzen topsl as we rounded the horn, but the futtock shrouds were slack, and the jibstay needed fresh splicing after a hard luff under the lee of the quarterdeck. the spanker boom yawed abaft, while the capstan pawls clattered, and the mainsheet block fouled the ratlines. we hove to with a braced yard, but the scuppers were swamped, so the bilge had to be pumped before the wind shifted abaft the beam. when the lubbers line slipped, the topgallant clew jammed in the sheave, and the bowsprit nearly fetched up against the cathead.