I listened to their comments, their expectations, with swiftly beating heart.

I alone knew what that boat was bringing.

And when it arrived, and they knew also, what would these sea wolves say?
What would they do?
What would be the result when the dead body of their leader came up over the rail?
For a few moments we could perceive nothing through the black night.
The clouds were rolling low, thickened by vapor, and the increasing wind had already beaten the waves into crests of foam.

We could hear them crash against the stout sides of the bark, which leaped to their impetus, yet was held in helpless captivity by the two anchors.

The deck under foot tossed dizzily, the bare masts swaying above, while our ears could distinguish the sullen roar of breakers tumbling up on the sand just astern.