"I think so too," was the rejoinder. "A pretty figure you'll cut to-morrow morning! Good night!" "Good night, captain!" replied Tom, mopping away at his nose; and off he staggered to his berth. It blew "great guns" for the next fifty-six hours, and the unfortunate passengers--Tom Flinders included--were reduced to a state of misery pitiable to behold. One and all were frightfully ill, and the steward and his assistant were run off their legs, and could no longer attend to their duties. The cabin now presented a scene of confusion and disorder that contrasted woefully with its usual comfortable appearance; the floor was strewn with the debris of the breakfast and dinner services-- shattered plates and dishes, cups and saucers, glasses and decanters, whilst the piano had fetched away from the ring-bolts and lay on its "beam ends" with its front stove in. At length the weather began to moderate, the heavy storm-laden clouds rolled away, and on the fourth night of the gale the stars shone out bright and clear. The wind continued to slacken, and the sea to go down, until dawn of day, when the sun rose once more in all his wonted splendour, and the sky was blue and cloudless. At noon Captain Ladds and his chief mate brought out their quadrants and took an observation, when it was found that the storm had driven the barque far out of her course; much further indeed than the captain had thought. However, there was no help for it, the lost ground must be recovered, so all hands set to work to repair damages, and after many hours' arduous toil through the night the _Surat Castle_ had once more a taut ship-shape appearance, and was running before a favourable breeze which most opportunely sprang up in the morning. And now by twos and threes the passengers appeared on deck to breathe again the invigorating sea air. Very pale and woebegone did those helpless mortals look, and listless was the manner in which they lolled about, until they were suddenly startled into a semblance of life and action by the unexpected cry: "Land! land on the port bow!" CHAPTER TWO. THE DESERT ISLAND--A HAPPY RELEASE. The land, thus unexpectedly reported in sight, proved to be a small rocky island, which the second mate, after a careful examination through his glass, declared was inhabited. "My eyes don't often play me false," said that officer to Captain Ladds, who had followed him into the fore-top; "and I'm a'most sartin that I can make out people moving about on yonder shore. Please to look for yourself, sir," he added, handing his glass to the skipper. "Yes--no--and yet--yes, I'm inclined to think you are right, Weatherhelm," said Captain Ladds, bringing the mate's glass to bear on the island. "But my eyesight is not so good as it was ten years ago, and I cannot be positive."