"Will we sink soon ?" "Sink?
We're not going to sink at all if I can help it! This is no worse than lots of storms.

You had better go to your cabin and lie down." "Oh, I wouldn't dare to! The ship might sink while I was there.

I know we'll get caught in a whirlpool, or in a waterspout, or some other dreadful thing! This is terrible! Awful! Fearful!" The wind was increasing, and great waves dashed over the _Eagle's_ bow.
"It's bad luck to have such a storm-croaker as that aboard," murmured one of the sailors.

"He's a regular Jonah!" "I wish he'd go below," muttered the captain, and Bob overheard him.

"He's frightening every one up here, and we're going to have a hard enough time as it is without a nervous man on deck." Bob, though he was frightened at the storm, which was constantly growing worse, determined to stick it out.