Cloete almost sorry he had come on board, because to be on that wreck keeps his chest in a tight band all the time.
They crouch out of the wind under the port boat, a little apart from the men.

The life-boat had gone away after putting Cloete on board, but was coming back next high water to take off the crew if no attempt at getting the ship afloat could be made.

Dusk was falling; winter's day; black sky; wind rising.

Captain Harry felt melancholy.

God's will be done.
If she must be left on the rocks--why, she must.