"Haul the jib-sheet!" but no sooner was the jib hauled taut and made fast, than it broke loose and hung fluttering wildly about the stay until it gradually twisted itself up into a tangle.
The sails filled on the new tack; but they were not much better off than before, the sea breaking over them with such violence that the deck, from amidships forward, was only passable with the greatest difficulty and danger.

The crew began to think the captain must have taken leave of his senses; and, in fact, Salve was not himself that night.

He was sailing in this reckless way in a mere fit of temper intensified by the consciousness of his own unreasonableness.

Elizabeth made a mistake, he told himself by way of justification, if she thought that he on board his poor brig gave in to any officer in the navy, let him be who he might.

She should see that he, too, was a man who could beat--he required no North Star under him, he would perform the same feat in a leaky old barge.
A couple of times when the cook, who looked after Elizabeth's wants, came up the cabin stairs, Salve inquired how she was getting on, and heard each time that she was sitting up not yet undressed.