Coming to Port
There were rocks in the water between the ship and the port, where many good ships had been caught in the past. Now, with the wind blowing in this direction, it was completely impossible for the schooner to get safely into the harbour.
It was now nearly the hour of high tide. The waves were very high. The schooner had all its sails up, and it was going very fast. An old sailor who was watching said, 'She must end up somewhere, even if she ends up in hell'. Then the sea-fog came again, even more than before. It seemed to cover everything like a gray blanket. The searchlight kept shining on the harbour mouth, near the East Pier, because that was where people expected that the ship would crash. Everybody waited, holding their breath.