Securing our craft by its painter, I sprang over the rail, followed by Jarl, who had snatched his harpoon, his favorite arms.

Long used with that weapon to overcome the monsters of the deep, he doubted not it would prove equally serviceable in any other encounter.
The deck was a complete litter.

Tossed about were pearl oyster shells, husks of cocoa-nuts, empty casks, and cases.

The deserted tiller was lashed; which accounted for the vessel's yawing.

But we could not conceive, how going large before the wind; the craft could, for any considerable time, at least, have guided herself without the help of a hand.