In this way, among dangers, I spent the rest of the night.

Hail and sleet in the fierce squalls cut my flesh till the blood trickled over my face; but what of that?
It was daylight, and the sloop was in the midst of the Milky Way of the sea, which is northwest of Cape Horn, and it was the white breakers of a huge sea over sunken rocks which had threatened to engulf her through the night.

It was Fury Island I had sighted and steered for, and what a panorama was before me now and all around! It was not the time to complain of a broken skin.

What could I do but fill away among the breakers and find a channel between them, now that it was day?
Since she had escaped the rocks through the night, surely she would find her way by daylight.

This was the greatest sea adventure of my life.