This frequently happened.

Dantes, cast from solitude into the world, frequently experienced an imperious desire for solitude; and what solitude is more complete, or more poetical, than that of a ship floating in isolation on the sea during the obscurity of the night, in the silence of immensity, and under the eye of heaven?
Now this solitude was peopled with his thoughts, the night lighted up by his illusions, and the silence animated by his anticipations.

When the patron awoke, the vessel was hurrying on with every sail set, and every sail full with the breeze.

They were making nearly ten knots an hour.
The Island of Monte Cristo loomed large in the horizon.

Edmond resigned the lugger to the master's care, and went and lay down in his hammock; but, in spite of a sleepless night, he could not close his eyes for a moment.