"Were we on the other side of the island, the wind would knock the hut flat and drench us in no time." The storm kept all awake until early morning and when it went down they were glad to sink to rest.

All slept soundly and it was not until ten o'clock, when the sun was struggling through the clouds, that Tom arose, to find the others still slumbering.
"I'll let them sleep," he said to himself "They need it and there is no need for them get to up." Stretching himself, he walked quietly from the hut and down to the beach.

His first thought was to try to collect some wood, more or less dry, and start a fire.
Gazing across the bay to one of the other islands, he saw a sight which filled him with astonishment.

There, on the beach of the island, lay the wreck of the _Golden Wave_..