Borne by a soft moist breeze over gentle waves, they came within pistol-shot.

Owing to the obscurity, and the known neighborhood of other vessels, the Serapis was uncertain who the Richard was.

Through the dim mist each ship loomed forth to the other vast, but indistinct, as the ghost of Morven.

Sounds of the trampling of resolute men echoed from either hull, whose tight decks dully resounded like drum-heads in a funeral march.
The Serapis hailed.

She was answered by a broadside.