So they went away, and after the second visit grew too drunken to be dangerous.
Again the dawn broke over the roaring, foaming sea and revealed the fate that awaited them.

Not a mile away lay the grey line of shore, and between them and it a cruel reef on which the breakers raged.

Towards this reef they were driving fast.

Now the men grew sober in their fear, and began to build a large raft of oars and timber; also to make ready the boat which the galley carried.

Before all was done she struck beak first, and was lifted on to a great flat rock, where she wallowed, with the water seething round her.