I see that lad of yours is very ill already, but as you show no signs of suffering thus far, you will probably escape." It was some time, however, before Francis went below.

The scene was novel to him, and he was astonished at the sight of the waves, and at the manner in which they tossed the great ship about, as if she were an eggshell.

But when it became quite dark, and he could see nothing but the white crests of the waves and the foam that flew high in the air every time the bluff bows of the ship plunged down into a hollow, he took the captain's advice and retired to his cabin.
He was on deck again early.

A gray mist overhung the water.

The sea was of a leaden colour, crested with white heads.