Often he awoke and sobbed like a child on discovering that the ship was hourly bearing him further and further from home.
Mr.Holmes was a cheerful companion at first, but gradually he grew melancholy, and at times inapproachable.

One day John met him at the gangway, and he took the young man's arm and, leading him aft, said: "I want to talk with you." They sat upon some coils of rope, and Mr.Holmes resumed: "We are going to have bad weather.

I am something of a sailor, and, in addition to my own experience, the captain says we will have a storm ere many hours." There was something in the voice and manner of the man which chilled Stevens; but he retained his self-possession and answered: "Of course you feel no serious apprehension?
The ship is strong and able to weather any storm." "I believe it is; yet in a storm at sea we have no assurance of safety.
Our captain is incompetent and the vessel has, through a miscalculation, gone a long distance out of her true course.

Now what I wish to say is this: should anything happen to me on this voyage, I want you to care for my daughter.

You have seen and talked with her every day since first we met, and you know how good she is.