But thanks to our skillful coxswain, we were fouled on the bias rather than broadside, so we didn't capsize. Clinging to the stempost, Ned Land thrust his harpoon again and again into the gigantic animal, which imbedded its teeth in our gunwale and lifted the longboat out of the water as a lion would lift a deer.
Ned Land, cramponné à l'étrave, lardait de coups de harpon le gigantesque animal, qui, de ses dents incrustées dans le plat-bord, soulevait l'embarcation hors de l'eau comme un lion fait d'un chevreuil.