The men on board the felucca watch them and the sea.

There is a shadow on the white, hazy horizon, then a streak, then a broad dark blue band.

The schooner braces her top-sail yard and gets her main sheet aft.

The martinganes flatten in their jibs along their high steeving bowsprits and jib-booms.

Shift your sheets, too, now, for the wind is coming.