Thirty years have I been on the sea, and never yet in greater straits.

Yet we are in the hands of the Saints." "Of whom," cried Sir Oliver, "I look more particularly to St.James of Compostella, who hath already befriended us this day, and on whose feast I hereby vow that I shall eat a second carp, if he will but interpose a second time." The wrack had thickened to seaward, and the coast was but a blurred line.

Two vague shadows in the offing showed where the galeasses rolled and tossed upon the great Atlantic rollers, Hawtayne looked wistfully in their direction.
"If they would but lie closer we might find safety, even should the cog founder.

You will bear me out with good Master Witherton of Southampton that I have done all that a shipman might.

It would be well that you should doff camail and greaves, Sir Nigel, for, by the black rood! it is like enough that we shall have to swim for it." "Nay," said the little knight, "it would be scarce fitting that a cavalier should throw off his harness for the fear of every puff of wind and puddle of water.