Her figure-head had been washed away and the name on her stern was not decipherable.
Bambino could only make out the letters, "v—r—e—a—n—d—ris."
Going aft, he descended the companion-ladder, and entered the captain's cabin, where the same indications of haste were noticeable as in the forecastle.
Everything had been thrown about in reckless confusion, and many articles of value were piled up, as if to be carried away.
In various lockers he found provisions in plenty, unharmed by the saltwater. Cans of meats, sardines, biscuits and fruits, as well as bottles of wine, brandy and beer.
His spirits rose at this timely discovery, and his elation increased as he reflected that the ship would keep afloat for some time, unless engulfed by another storm, of which there was no indication at present.
Sitting down, he placed on the table of the cabin an excellent repast, of which he partook with a good appetite, washing it down with copious draughts of wine.
His satisfaction culminated when he found a box of fine cigars, which he promptly began to smoke, a box of matches affording him all the light he wanted.
While he was congratulating himself upon his good luck, he heard a peculiar sound.
This came from what appeared to be an inner cabin, the door of which was locked.