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Chapter 13
Sometimestheswellbrokecleanoverus;sometimesitonlygroundthepoorbriguponthereef,sothatwecouldhearherbeatherselftopieces;andwhatwiththegreatnoiseofthesails,andthesingingofthewind,andtheflyingofthesprayinthemoonlight,andthesenseofdanger,Ithinkmyheadmusthavebeenpartlyturned,forIcouldscarcelyunderstandthethingsIsaw.
PresentlyIobservedMr.Riachandtheseamenbusyroundtheskiff,and,stillinthesameblank,ranovertoassistthem;andassoonasIsetmyhandtowork,mymindcameclearagain.Itwasnoveryeasytask,fortheskifflayamidshipsandwasfullofhamper,andthebreakingoftheheavierseascontinuallyforcedustogiveoverandholdon;butweallwroughtlikehorseswhilewecould.
Meanwhilesuchofthewoundedascouldmovecameclamberingoutofthefore-scuttleandbegantohelp;whiletherestthatlayhelplessintheirbunksharrowedmewithscreamingandbeggingtobesaved.
Thecaptaintooknopart.Itseemedhewasstruckstupid.Hestoodholdingbytheshrouds,talkingtohimselfandgroaningoutaloudwhenevertheshiphammeredontherock.Hisbrigwaslikewifeandchildtohim;hehadlookedon,daybyday,atthemishandlingofpoorRansome;butwhenitcametothebrig,heseemedtosufferalongwithher.
Allthetimeofourworkingattheboat,Irememberonlyoneotherthing:thatIaskedAlan,lookingacrossattheshore,whatcountryitwas;andheanswered,itwastheworstpossibleforhim,foritwasalandoftheCampbells.
