TheArkwasrudderless,oarless,andmachineless,andcouldtravelonlywheretheHighGodschose.Theinsidewasdark,andfullofanancientsmell,andcrowdedwithgroaningsandnoise.Icouldnotfindthefire-boxtorelightthefallenlamp,andsowehadtoendureblindlywhatwasdealtouttous.Thewavestossedusinmercilesssport,andIclungonbythesideofNais,holdinghertothebed.Wedidnotspeakmuch,buttherewasfullcompanionshipinourbereavementandoursilence.

           WhenAtlantissanktoformnewoceanbed,sheleftgreatwhirlpoolsandspoutingsfromherdrownedfiresasafleetinglegacytotheGodsoftheSea.Andthen,Ithink(thoughintheblackbellyoftheArkwecouldnotseethesethings),avasthurricaneofwindmusthavecomeonnextsoastoleavenopieceofthedesolationincomplete.Forsevennightsandsevendaysdidthisdreadfulturmoilcontinue,ascountedforusafterwardsbythereckonerofhourswhichhungwithintheArk,andthenthehowlingofthewinddeparted,andonlytherollofalongstillswellremained.Itwasregularanditwasoily,asIcouldtellbythedifferenceofthemotion,andthenforthefirsttimeIdaredtogoupthestair,andopenthedoorwhichstoodintheroofoftheArk.

           Thesweetaircamegushingdowntofreshenthefoulnesswithin,andastheArkrodedrylyovertheseas,IwentbelowandbroughtupNaistogainrefreshmentfromthecuringraysofourLordtheSun.