When Dave and the others went forth after the storm they picked up a great number of dead birds. The ocean shore was strewn with stranded fish. "Here is eating enough for a month, if only it would keep," said Captain Broadbeam. "I hope we don't have to stay here a month," answered Dave. "Right you are, lad. But we must take what comes." "Don't you think we'll have a spell of good weather after such a storm as this?" "Certainly." "Then I move we take to the boat and try to find our ship. We can take the dead birds, fish, and some oysters, clams, berries, and cocoanuts along for provisions. And also some bamboo sticks full of fresh water." The idea appealed strongly to Captain Broadbeam and also to Doctor Barrell. Bob and the Irishman were willing to do anything that the others wished. "Let us start out to-morrow," said the captain, and after that no time was lost in preparing for the expedition. The rowboat was carefully overhauled, and then loaded with the things that seemed necessary to take along. Water was to be had in plenty, and they filled many big, hollow bamboo stems with it, corking up the stems until the water should be wanted. "We must remember to keep the island in view," said the captain. "We may be glad enough to return, in case we cannot locate the _Swallow_." At last came the time set for starting out, and Bob and Pat Stoodles were helped into the rowboat. The others followed, and the captain and Dave pushed away and took to the oars of the craft. "I trust we find the ship," sighed Bob. In his weakened condition he longed for the comforts which had been denied to him while on the island. "So do I hope we find the _Swallow_," answered Dave. "We must keep a close watch for those savages," came from Captain Broadbeam. "I shouldn't wish to fall into their hands again." "Bad cess to thim!" cried Pat Stoodles. "Niver do I want to set me eyes on thim ag'in!" The rowboat passed around one corner of the island and all looked eagerly for some sign of a sail. "Nothing in sight," said Dave. "I see something drifting upon the waves," announced the doctor. All looked in the direction which he pointed out and saw a large mass of driftwood floating toward them. "That means a wreck of some sort," cried the captain. "Let us make an investigation." The others were willing, and not long after this they came up beside the wreckage, which proved to be a spar with cordage and part of a forecastle and rail. "Can that wreckage be from the _Swallow_?" asked Dave, anxiously. "It may be," answered the captain. "Still, I am not sure." "Perhaps it is from the _Raven_," came from Doctor Barrell. "I'd rather it was from that vessel than from our own," said the young diver, quickly. "But it may be from the _Swallow_, and I'll tell you why," he added, suddenly. "Well?" "Don't you remember about Pete Rackley? He may have disabled our ship." "If he has done so he should be swung from a yardarm," came from Captain Broadbeam, hotly.