And then it seemed to her, in the dark, that she was swimming out through the storm, out and out, and not in the least afraid.

She had become larger, and more powerful, somehow, than the rain, or the dark, or the whole ocean; for when she came upon the junks tossing there, she took one in each hand, the third in her mouth, and began to swim for home.
Just retrieved 'em, you know.

But then across the storm she heard her mother calling in the dark, and had to open her mouth to answer.

So she lost that junk." "Well, then her spirit was back in the hut.

But next day the two junks came in; the third one, never.