However, there seemed no other resource.

The materials for the raft were scanty and weak; and when Captain Francis, with three companions, got fairly out of the bay, the raft sank so deeply in the water that they were completely standing in the sea.
For some hours they beat about; and then, to their great joy, they descried the pinnace in the distance, making for land.

The wind had now risen, and it was blowing hard, and their position on the raft was dangerous enough.

They found that it would be impossible for them to keep at sea, and still more impossible to place themselves in the track of the pinnaces, which were making for a bay behind a projecting headland.
Painfully paddling the raft to the shore, Captain Francis landed; and they made their way, with much toil and fatigue, over the hill which divided them from that bay; and, towards morning, got down to the pinnace, where they were received with much joy.

Then they at once launched the boat, and made for the spot where they had left their comrades.