And I fed Bruno, too.

I conversed with him almost hourly, and derived much encouragement and sympathy therefrom.

One morning sometime between the fifteenth and twentieth day, I was scanning the horizon with my customary eagerness, when suddenly, on looking ahead, I found the sea white with the foam of crashing breakers; I knew I must be in the vicinity of a sunken reef.

I tried to get the ship round, but it was too late.

I couldn't make the slightest impression upon her, and she forged stolidly forward to her doom.
A few minutes later her keel came into violent contact with a coral reef, and as she grated slowly over it, the poor thing seemed to shiver from stem to stern.