The wind rose higher, and the waves came faster. The swells came faster. The swells uncoiled like great green snakes and burst into white at the top, then fell apart with an angry roar. They rolled beneath the light raft and raised us up until we looked into a sickening depth. Then we would spin downward, sometimes missing the break, sometimes whirling in the wild white froth. We shipped water, gallons at a time, and bailed frantically with our hands. We watched the waves like surf-riders, rolling our weight from side to side as the combers tossed the boat like a toy. We learned to shift ourselves skillfully when the crest hit, to keep the raft in balance. But the sea is cunning. It can bide its time, and spring like a beast. The wind was its ally.

Q. Write two words which prove that the narrator is a character in the selection.