Her sails were in a state of unaccountable disarray; .only the foresail, mainsail, and jib being set.

The first was much tattered; and the jib was hoisted but half way up the stay, where it idly flapped, the breeze coming from over the taffrail.

She continually yawed in her course; now almost presenting her broadside, then showing her stern.
Striking our sails once more, we lay on our oars, and watched her in the starlight.

Still she swung from side to side, and still sailed on.
Not a little terrified at the sight, superstitious Jarl more than insinuated that the craft must be a gold-huntress, haunted.

But I told him, that if such were the case, we must board her, come gold or goblins.