Both the captain and mate revealed great seamanship, and the schooner was handled so well and behaved so handsomely that she drove through it without losing a stick.
When the hurricane passed on the sea resumed its usual blue color, and, the dead, heavy heat gone, the air was keen and fresh.

Robert, although he did not suffer from seasickness, had been made dizzy by the storm, and he felt intense relief when it was over.
"You'll observe, Peter," said the slaver, "that we're coming into regions of violence both on land and sea.

You've heard many a tale of the West Indies.

Well, they're all true, whatever they are, earthquakes, hurricanes, smugglers, pirates, wild Englishmen, Frenchmen, Americans, Spaniards, Portuguese, deeds by night that the day won't own, and the prize for the strongest.

It's a great life, Peter, for those that can live it." The close-set eyes flashed, and the nostrils dilated.