"Hurled when the boat dives, the steep and greasy stairs we climb become a pestle as we go over a wave. The iron airlock. The sticky air of diesel vapors. The large linoleum imitation floor, blistered, brown and greasy. Everything flutters about. The portholes' light is dancing on the walls and behind the thick glass, the sea runs off distorting the vision. The unpredictable gray sky devastated with spindrifts, and the ocean at the edge, full of white flurries." (Jean Gaumy)

Publisher: Editions de La Martinière, Paris, 2001