We will tow her after us, and take to her if we make a smash of it." They were now near enough to see the white breakers, in the middle of which the ship was lying.

She was fast breaking up.

The jagged outline showed that the stern had been beaten in.

The masts and funnel were gone, and the waves seemed to make a clean breach over her, almost hiding her from sight in a white cloud of spray.
"Wood and iron can't stand that much longer," Jack Harvey said; "another hour and I should say there won't be two planks left together." "It is awful, Jack; I would give all I have in the world if I had not persuaded them to go on board.

Keep her off a little more, Watkins." The Seabird passed within a cable's length of the breakers at the northern end of the reef.
"Now, lads, take your places at the sheets, ready to haul or let go as I give the word." So saying, Tom Virtue took his place in the bow, holding on by the forestay.
The wind was full on the Seabird's beam as she entered the broken water.
Here and there the dark heads of the rocks showed above the water.