half-moored

Updated: May 9, 2025

In another second he had the frayed, wet end of rope in his hand. "That salvaged line!" he said. "Phil, couldn't you see that only her stern line was made fast? I left her half-moored till I came back. That rope was rotten, and it got jammed in here and chafed till it parted." "It's my fault," Felicia breathed. "Mine," Ken snapped. "Oh, my heavens! look at the fog!" "And the tide?"

Edith Ballinger Price - The Happy Venture