It would have been useless had it remained whole, for John and his companion could not have launched it.

There was a small boat hanging by the davits, which had sustained no other injury than two holes in its side.

He was a fair carpenter, and getting some tools from the carpenter's chest, he mended the boat.

After no little trouble, he lowered the boat and, assisting Blanche into it, pulled to the shore half a mile away.
It was a shore on which no human foot had ever trod.

The great black stones which lay piled in heaps along the coast to the northeast until they were almost mountain-high forbade the safe approach of a vessel.
The entire coast was armed with bristling reefs to guard it against the approach of wandering ships.