"To desert my warm bed, my happy home, the friendship of my club, for such a set of fellows as this! O, how I wish I had not come!" Leaving the cabin, he seated himself in the stern sheets of the boat.
The bright stars had disappeared, and the sky was veiled in deep black clouds.

The wind blew very fresh from the north-east, and he was certain that a severe storm was approaching.

He wept bitterly when he thought of the gloomy prospect.
He had repented his folly, and would have given the world to get away from the island.

Ah, a lucky thought! He could escape! The Rovers were all asleep; the fresh breeze would soon drive the Sylph to the land, and he could return home, and perhaps not be missed.

It was an easy thing; and without further reflection, he unfastened the cable, and dropped it overboard.
The Sylph immediately commenced drifting away from the island.