That she could have returned westward, and can be in proximity to the American coast, is inadmissible, in view of the distance.

Moreover, I have reason to believe that the _Ebba_ has remained stationary all night.

Before I fell asleep, I know she had stopped, and I now know that she is not moving.
However, I shall see when I am allowed to go on deck.

My cabin door is still bolted, I find on trying it; but I do not think they are likely to keep me here when broad daylight is on.
An hour goes by, and it gradually gets lighter.

I look out of my porthole.