Their corpses floated many hours near the boat as if unable to separate themselves from it.

Then they were drawn under by an invisible tugging, and some triangular fins passed over the water's surface, cutting it like knives at the same time that its depths were darkened by swift, ebony shadows.
When at last they approached land, Ferragut realized that death was nearer here than on the high sea.

The coast rose up before them like an immense wall.

Seen from the boat it appeared to cover half the sky.

The long oceanic undulation became a ravenous wave upon encountering the outer bulwarks of these barren islands, breaking in the depths of their caves, and forming cascades of foam that rolled around them from top to bottom, raising up furious columns of spray with the report of a cannonade.
An irresistible hand grasped the keel, making the landing a vertical one.