Capitolo 9
the blow-out cloth rippled in the wind as a ball. It was a
assignment of some difficulty to assure him/it, what we did demolishing
the cloth with the oars.
After a lot of tests, we succeeded in to prepare the curtain on the
downwind in general of the prominence. Blinded by the vivid shines of
lightning, and it drenched from the rain that it fell in streams us
walked to on all four, dead mean with fear and the anguish, under our fragile refuge.
The anguish neither the fear, was on ours really account, for us
it was sure comparatively, but for small poor Binny Wallace, driven
out to sea in the merciless strong wind. We shivered to think about him in
that hull of bottle-holder, going adrift on and above to his/her grave, the lease of sky
with lightning on his/her head and the green abysses that yawn under
him. We suddenly fell to crying, and he/she cried me I don't know how much time.
In the meantime the storm got mad with fury of augmented. We was forced
holds above to the ropes of the curtain to prevent flying away him. The
spray from the leaped of the river many enclosures on the stones and it grabbed
to us malignantly. The a lot of island trembled with the violent shake of
the maritime beating on him, and to durations I imagined that you/he/she had broken
you loosen from his/her foundation and you/he/she was being floating street with us. The
contact breakers, striped with angry phosphorus, it was terrible to look to.
The wind of rose taller and taller, while cutting long fissures in the curtain,
through that it incessantly poured the rain. To complete the sum of
our uneasiness, the night was to course of hand. It came down suddenly, to
hard, as a curtain, closing in Island of Sandpeep from all the
world.
It was a dirty night, as the sailors say. Obscurity was
anything that could be felt as seen--it pressed down on
one with a cold, clammy touch. Looking fixed in the blackness cable,
all order of imaginable forms it seemed to start ahead from vacant place--
you bright, stars, prisms and dancing lights. What a boy,