Day by day they were together, on deck or below, while the winds worked for them and the stars in their courses watched over them. Through the chill of southern waters as they rounded the Cape.... Cap'n Tichel looking back at it, waved his hand in valedictory; and Faith asked: "What are you thinking, Mr. Tichel?"
"Saying good-by to old Cape Stiff there," he chuckled. "I'll not come this way again."
"Yes, you will," she told him. "You're captain of your own ship, now.... And will be, next cruise."
He shook his head. "I know when I'm well off, young lady. Old Tichel's ready to stick ashore, now...."
She left him, staring back across the dull, cold sea.... He stood there stiffly till the night came down upon the waters.
After that, they struck warmer winds, with a pleasant ocean all about, and the scud of spray sweet upon their cheeks, and the Sally fat with oil beneath their feet. A happy time, when Faith and Brander, with never a word and never a touch of hand, grew close as man and woman can grow....
Never a cloud in the skies from their last kill to the day they picked up the tug that shunted them alongside their wharf at home.
There are many things that never get into the log. Faith had no vengeful heart toward Dan'l; the man had reaped what he sowed. With the Sally, Noll Wing's ship, safe home again, she was willing to forget what had passed. She told Dan'l so. Silva was dead; the others were but instruments. The matter was done....
Dan'l, possessed by a creeping apathy, nodded his thanks to her and turned away his head. The man was dying where he lay; he would not long survive.