The hum had increased to a roar, but still not a breath of wind stirred the sails.
"Look up!" Bill said to Reuben; "you may be at sea fifty years, and never see that again." Reuben looked up.

Immediately overhead was a small circle of blue sky, round and round whose edge the edging of cloud seemed to be circling, with extreme velocity.

The light seemed to pierce straight down onto the vessel, and she stood, pale and white, while all around her a pitchy blackness seemed to prevail.
"We are in the eye of the storm, my lad.

Here it comes.

Now, hold on for your life." In another moment it seemed to Reuben that the end of all things was come.