John C. Hutcheson, The White Squall: A Story of the Sargasso Sea
“ Captain Miles’s mission after his sextant, however, was a vain quest to-day, for a mass of fleeting clouds were continually passing to and fro across the zenith, obscuring the heavens so much that not a single peep of the sun could be had either at noon or later on.The wind now, too, began to come in violent gusts, striking the ship every now and then with a force that seemed to bury her in the water; while the sea got rougher and rougher, looking as angry as it was possible to conceive. ”
