The long white wake stretched straight astern of us, and Beorn slept deeply, worn out; and the sea ran evenly and not very high, so that at last I dared to lash the oar in its place and sleep in snatches, waking now and then to the lift of a greater wave, or catching the rushing in my ears as some heavier-crested billow rose astern of us.

But the boat was swift as the seas, and there was nothing to fear.

Nor was the cold great at any time, except towards early morning before the first light of dawn.

Moreover, the boat sailed in better trim with two men in her.
Gray morning came, and the seas were longer and deeper, for we were far on the wide sea.

All day long was it the same, wave after wave, gray sky overhead, and the steady breeze ever bearing us onward.
Once it rained, and I caught the water in the bailer and drank heartily, giving his fill to Beorn, and with it I ate some of my loaf, and he took half of his.