Then all was dark again.
Dantes ran down the rocks at the risk of being himself dashed to pieces; he listened, he groped about, but he heard and saw nothing--the cries had ceased, and the tempest continued to rage.

By degrees the wind abated, vast gray clouds rolled towards the west, and the blue firmament appeared studded with bright stars.

Soon a red streak became visible in the horizon, the waves whitened, a light played over them, and gilded their foaming crests with gold.

It was day.
Dantes stood mute and motionless before this majestic spectacle, as if he now beheld it for the first time; and indeed since his captivity in the Chateau d'If he had forgotten that such scenes were ever to be witnessed.

He turned towards the fortress, and looked at both sea and land.