The rising tide had flowed through the hole, and just awakened Nelson by getting into his bunk with him.

I lent a hand, and we pumped the Reindeer out and repaired the damage.
Then Nelson cooked breakfast, and while we ate we considered the situation.

He was broke.

So was I.

The fifty dollars reward would never be paid for that pitiful mess of splinters on the sand beneath us.
He had a wounded hand and no crew.