The sun shone with dazzling clearness.

The sea was the bluest of the blue.

The wind blew steady and strong.

Far behind them was a low line of land, showing but dimly on the horizon, and before them was the world of waters.

Robert balanced himself on the swaying deck, and, for a minute or two, he enjoyed too much the sensation of at least qualified freedom to think of his own plight.
While he stood there, breathing deeply, his lungs expanding and his heart leaping, the slaver who had gone away, reappeared, saluting him with much politeness.
"Look back, Peter," he said, "and you can get your last glimpse of your native soil.