at that moment the back door , opposite the crowds entrance and giving onto the sea , shuddered in its frame beneath a shower of stout blows it flew wide , and a great , looming man advanced determinedly , without abate , his whole body streaming water and entangled with sprays of weed and traces of shingle , his face white and colourless , his eyes black and vehement and he fixed his gaze on ravella , who returned it equally as he stormed forward and so the drowned sailor bore ravella , triumphant , into the sea .