Fix cursed it, no doubt; but Aouda, with her eyes fastened upon her protector, whose coolness amazed her, showed herself worthy of him, and bravely weathered the storm.

As for Phileas Fogg, it seemed just as if the typhoon were a part of his programme.
Up to this time the Tankadere had always held her course to the north; but towards evening the wind, veering three quarters, bore down from the north-west.

The boat, now lying in the trough of the waves, shook and rolled terribly; the sea struck her with fearful violence.

At night the tempest increased in violence.

John Bunsby saw the approach of darkness and the rising of the storm with dark misgivings.