The thought of deliverance, even by death in the deep sea, was welcome to me.

Yet it was no such matter; but (as I was afterwards told) a common habit of the captain's, which I here set down to show that even the worst man may have his kindlier side.

We were then passing, it appeared, within some miles of Dysart, where the brig was built, and where old Mrs.Hoseason, the captain's mother, had come some years before to live; and whether outward or inward bound, the Covenant was never suffered to go by that place by day, without a gun fired and colours shown.
I had no measure of time; day and night were alike in that ill-smelling cavern of the ship's bowels where, I lay; and the misery of my situation drew out the hours to double.

How long, therefore, I lay waiting to hear the ship split upon some rock, or to feel her reel head foremost into the depths of the sea, I have not the means of computation.

But sleep at length stole from me the consciousness of sorrow.
I was awakened by the light of a hand-lantern shining in my face.