The cabin was so close, that his terrified shrieks could not be heard before; but now, when the seams were opened, they alone, prolonged, and agonizing as they were, were now to be heard in the lull of the wind, on the silent, close, and death-strewn air.
Lorenzo rushed down the rock, but ere he could devise a means to rescue him, the schooner broke in two, and the unhappy Willmington sank for ever, still a prisoner in the torture-room.
The schooner went to pieces, and soon the billows rolled on the rocks over her once graceful form.
Appadocca silently watched the gradual destruction of his vessel, and silently listened to the shrieks of his father.
When not a timber of her remained above water, he heaved a heavy sigh. The first, that Lorenzo had ever heard from him. It was the sigh that came from a hurricane of feelings within him, which equalled the raging hurricane of nature without.
CHAPTER XXX.
“I ’gin to be aweary of the sun,
And wish the estate o’ the world were now undone.”
Macbeth.