Seas that might have awakened surprise and terror in the midst of the Atlantic ranged bodily and (it seemed to observers) almost without diminution into the belly of that flask-shaped harbour; and the war-ships were alternately buried from view in the trough, or seen standing on end against the breast of billows.
The _Trenton_ at daylight still maintained her position in the neck of the bottle.

But five of the remaining ships tossed, already close to the bottom, in a perilous and helpless crowd; threatening ruin to each other as they tossed; threatened with a common and imminent destruction on the reefs.

Three had been already in collision: the _Olga_ was injured in the quarter, the _Adler_ had lost her bowsprit; the _Nipsic_ had lost her smoke-stack, and was making steam with difficulty, maintaining her fire with barrels of pork, and the smoke and sparks pouring along the level of the deck.

For the seventh war-ship the day had come too late; the _Eber_ had finished her last cruise; she was to be seen no more save by the eyes of divers.

A coral reef is not only an instrument of destruction, but a place of sepulchre; the submarine cliff is profoundly undercut, and presents the mouth of a huge antre in which the bodies of men and the hulls of ships are alike hurled down and buried.