You don't know how you do it.  But you do
manage to reach the reef that the smashed Star-
buck lies on.  You drag Bill onto the steeply tilting
deck.  Then you pull him to the relative safety of
the cabin below deck.  Moments later you collapse
into a deep sleep.
   When you awake, the storm has long passed.  Bill
is still out, so you climb up onto the deck to look
around.  The lagoon is quiet now, the sun is high,
and the sky is a cloudless blue.  The island is about
half a mile away.  What you see of it is high cliffs,
broken occasionally by caves and rock falls.  Above
the cliffs it looks to be a rocky desert all the way up
to the top of the volcano.  ONce again a plume of
dark smoke pours out of the crater.  ANd now and
then the mountain makes deep-throated rumbles.
Not a plesant sound, you think.
   The boat rests on the reef, still caught between
two coral crags, its bow totally smashed.  This was
Starbuck's last sail.

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