But the wind went down as rapidly as it had come up. The rain, however, continued, and did not cease until noon of the next day.
"I don't want to encounter many such storms," said Dave, when the sun shone once more.
"You'll have to put up with them, if you remain in the tropics," answered Captain Broadbeam.
When Dave and the others went forth after the storm they picked up a great number of dead birds. The ocean shore was strewn with stranded fish.
"Here is eating enough for a month, if only it would keep," said Captain Broadbeam.
"I hope we don't have to stay here a month," answered Dave.
"Right you are, lad. But we must take what comes."
"Don't you think we'll have a spell of good weather after such a storm as this?"
"Certainly."
"Then I move we take to the boat and try to find our ship. We can take the dead birds, fish, and some oysters, clams, berries, and cocoanuts along for provisions. And also some bamboo sticks full of fresh water."