Vittore CARPACCIO, The Stories from the Life of St Ursula, 1493
...It was only then that they had learned what damage the small ships had suffered, and it was realised beyond all doubt, that these could not hope to reach London. (...)
They reached the entrance to Trondheim Fjord with the tide and a full gale from the west, which brought the sea green round the poop and over the worn and cracked pavisades of the four weary ships. They skimmed rocking before it into the cannonading spray of reef, rock and island, carried under bare poles as fast as four bladders, and as capricious; caught and swirled by the currents, turned by the waves and pushed and pulled by the wind.
The entrance to the fjord was dirty. A lordly hand, gay with malice, had dusted the sea with black rocks and brought mountain heads, gritty with reefs, to its surface. Quicker than the eye could run on a chart, the ships poured and swirled through the great throats of water, and the less able died first ...
More about ships? Look up these links:
Dorothy Dunnett: The Ringed Castle, Part Three, Chapter 1
Mary Rose Virtual Tour
The Mary Rose
Naval History on the Web
Secrets of Norse Ships
Ye Olde Booke O' Seadogs
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The Columbus Navigation Homepage
Henry the Navigator