It poured for a while and then the fog cleared.

Right acrost their bows was Trumet, with the town clock strikin' ten.

Over the flat place between the hills they could see the light on the ocean side.

And they was anchored right in the deep hole inside the breakwater, as sure as I'm knee high to a marlin spike! "'Bije just stared at Hammond with his mouth open.
"'Nat,' says he, 'you're a seaman, if I do say it.

I thought I was a pretty good bay pilot, but I can't steer a vessel without a compass through a night as black as Pharaoh's Egypt, and in a thick fog besides, and land her square on top of her moorin's.