Was he, or was he not the "ship's cat" of the bark of which his uncle was the captain and only crew ?...
His uncle's paws bared him to the blasts of salt air that were entering through the windows.

The sea was dark and veiled by a light fog.

The last stars were sparkling with twinkles of surprise, ready to flee.

A crack began to appear on the leaden horizon, growing redder and redder every minute, like a wound through which the blood is flowing.

The ship's cat was loaded up with various empty baskets, the skipper marching before him like a warrior of the waves, carrying the oars on his shoulders, his feet rapidly making hollows on the sand.