But now, she seems to yield at once, as if by habit, and scarcely any action is needed.

He seems to have power at these particular moments to simply will, and her thoughts obey him.

He always asks her what she can see and hear.
She answers to the first, "Nothing, all is dark." And to the second, "I can hear the waves lapping against the ship, and the water rushing by.

Canvas and cordage strain and masts and yards creak.

The wind is high ...