Paul felt his frail craft lifted, slowly at first, then jerked up into the air and tossed high.

Effie opened her wide eyes, and stared at the frail craft.

He would ride the current in his frail craft and hope to survive.

They gazed at the frail craft as they drew near it.

It didn't take a psychic to know the frail craft was being torn to bits.

However, the weather which had been good when the boats left the transport worsened, and the frail craft began taking on water.

It didn't seem possible that the frail craft could take the pounding.

He had seen them often enough before - but never from so close at hand, in so frail a craft.

The motors slowed, and the nose of the frail craft seemed to be pulled into the water by some giant hand.