"I will sleep here a little in the sunshine, and when I awake I will make you a cowslip ball." Time passed, and the groaning, trembling timbers still held together.
The wind fell, the sky became blue, and the sun shone.

Another while, and the waves were less mountainous and beat less furiously against the boat.

Hope brightened before us.

To strong swimmers the distance to the islet was trifling; if the boat would but last until the sea subsided, we might gain the beach.

What we would do upon that barren spot, where was neither man nor brute, food nor water, was a thing that we had not the time to consider.