The sails were still set, and the stiff breeze that was blowing dead against them caused them to belly out just as though the craft were afloat, and practically helped to keep the vessel in position.

The bows were much higher than the stern, the line of the decks being at an angle of about forty-five degrees.

In this remarkable situation she remained secure until the turning of the tide.
My only hope was that she would not suffer from the tremendous strain to which she was necessarily being subjected.

It seemed to me every minute that she would free herself from her singular position between the rocks, and glide down bows foremost into the sea to disappear for ever.

But the sails kept her back.