They crossed the dancing deck together, his hand upon her arm, and paused for a moment at the door to exchange a few sentences.

When the Spaniard came back he pointed out to Fairfax the position of the still distant bark, which however was by this time plainly revealed off our port quarter.

The planter stood up in order to see better, and then the two crossed the deck to a position only a few yards from where I stood at the wheel, and remained there, staring out across the intervening water.
"Surely a strange place in which to anchor, Lieutenant," said Fairfax at last, breaking the silence, his hand shading his eyes.

"Bark rigged, and very heavily sparred.

Seems to be all right.