Seth, being already about as wet as he could be, did not mind this, but pulled with long strokes out into the harbor.

The vague black shadows of the land disappeared, and in a minute he was, so far as his eyes could tell him, afloat on a shoreless sea.
He had no compass, but this did not trouble him.

The wind, he knew, was blowing directly from the direction he wished to go, and he kept the dory's bow in the teeth of it.

He rowed on and on.

The waves, out here in the deep water, were of good size, and the spray flew as he splashed into them.