Leaving a party below, to clear away the burnt barrels and debris, and to extinguish any fire that might still smoulder among them, the rest returned on deck.

Terrible as was the storm, it was a relief, to all, to cling to the rail and breathe the fresh air, after the stifling atmosphere of the hold.
The scene, however, was a terrible one.

Lightning was flashing overhead incessantly, although the thunder was only occasionally heard, above the howl of the storm.

The sea was broken and irregular, leaping in masses over the bulwarks, and sweeping the decks.

The force of the wind continually tore the heads off the waves, and carried the spray along in blinding showers.
"We are very near the eye of the hurricane," Captain Fairclough shouted, in Lindsay's ear.