In this respect there was nothing to fear.
There was, then, this interminable hurricane, whose fury nothing seemed able to moderate.

If, in a certain measure, Dick Sand could put his ship in a condition to struggle against the violent storm, he could not order that wind to moderate, those waves to be still, that sky to become serene again.

On board, if he was "master after God," outside the ship, God alone commanded the winds and the waves.
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