She was not like any other ship; and Captain Anthony was not like any other master to sail with.

Neither is she now.
But before one never had a care in the world as to her--and as to him, too.

No, indeed, there was never anything to worry about.' Young Powell couldn't see what there was to worry about even then.

The serenity of the peaceful night seemed as vast as all space, and as enduring as eternity itself.

It's true the sea is an uncertain element, but no sailor remembers this in the presence of its bewitching power any more than a lover ever thinks of the proverbial inconstancy of women.