This was Wylie.

He sat shivering, and remembered how he had abandoned the cutter, and all on board.

Loud sighs broke from his laboring breast; but not a word.

Yet one word was ever present to his mind; and seemed written in fire on the night of clouds, and howled in his ears by the wind--Retribution! And now came a dirty night--to men on ships; a fearful night to men in boats.

The sky black, the sea on fire with crested billows, that broke over them every minute; their light was washed out; their provisions drenched and spoiled; bail as they would, the boat was always filling.