"Yes. What else?"
"No. We'll not leave her."
He smiled. "What, then?"
"It's a week past full moon," she said. "There'll be higher tides on the new moon.... Still higher on the next full. We'll float her, one time or another."
Dan'l chuckled. "An easterly'll drive her high and dry, 'fore then."
Faith's eyes blazed. "I tell you, Dan'l, we stick with the Sally; and we get her safe away.... Are you afraid to stick?"
He laughed, outright, pleasantly. "Pshaw, Faith.... You know I'm not afraid." He could be likeable when he tried; she liked him, faintly, in that moment. She gripped his hand.
"Good, Dan'l. We'll manage it, in the end...."
So they settled for the waiting; and Dan'l put the men to work repairing the harm the storm had done the Sally. Her rigging was strained; it had parted here and there. She had lost some canvas. Willis Cox's boat had been carried away.... They rove new rigging, spread new sails, replaced Willis's boat with one of the spares.... There was work for all hands for a month, to put the Sally in shape again.
One thing favored them. The Sally, for all her clumsy lines, was staunch; and the shock when, she drove her bow upon the sand had opened never a seam. She was leaking no more than a sweet ship will. They found a cask or two of oil that had burst in the hold; and there was some confusion among the stores.... But these were small matters, easily set right....