"Bad hours, they fall to the ground.

They are not His holy hours and He will send them back.

Oh, a storm is coming! O Lord, have mercy on those who are perishing at sea!" He mutters and coughs.
"Dan, I have seen the ship again to-day.

Do you hear, Dan ?" "Many ships are going out to sea." "But this one had black sails.

It was again going toward the sun." "Many ships are going out to sea.