From the crest he had a view of the entire island, finding the new half much like the old, low, hilly, covered with forest, and surrounded with a line of reefs on which the surf was breaking.
His eyes followed the long curve of the reefs, and then stopped at a dark spot that broke their white continuity.

His blood leaped and instantly he put to his eyes the strong glasses that he had found in the house and that fortunately he had brought with him.

Here he found his first impression to be correct.

The dark spot was a ship! But it was no longer a ship that sailed the seas.

Instead it was a wrecked and shattered ship, with her bow driven into the sand, and her stern impaled on the sharp teeth of the breakers.