I feared more for Dalfin.
Now we flew down on the first line of breakers, lifted on the crest, half blinded with the foam, and plunged across it.

I held my breath as the bows swooped downward into the hollow of the wave, fearing to feel the crash of the ship's striking, but she lifted again to the next roller, while the white foam covered the decks as the broken gunwale aft lurched amid it.

So we passed four great surges safely, and we were not an arrow flight from land.

The water was deep enough for us so far.

Then we rose on the back of the fifth roller, and it set us far before we overtook its crest and passed it.