Drink and the devil had done for the rest -- Yo-ho-ho , and a bottle of rum ! '' I was just thinking how busy drink and the devil were at that very moment in the cabin of the HISPANIOLA , when I was surprised by a sudden lurch of the coracle . At the same moment , she yawed sharply and seemed to change her course . The speed in the meantime had strangely increased . I opened my eyes at once . All round me were little ripples , combing over with a sharp , bristling sound and slightly phosphorescent . The HISPANIOLA herself , a few yards in whose wake I was still being whirled along , seemed to stagger in her course , and I saw her spars toss a little against the blackness of the night ; nay , as I looked longer , I made sure she also was wheeling to the southward . I glanced over my shoulder , and my heart jumped against my ribs . There , right behind me , was the glow of the camp-fire . The current had turned at right angles , sweeping round along with it the tall schooner and the little dancing coracle ; ever quickening , ever bubbling higher , ever muttering louder , it went spinning through the narrows for the open sea . Suddenly the schooner in front of me gave a violent yaw , turning , perhaps , through twenty degrees ; and almost at the same moment one shout followed another from on board ; I could hear feet pounding on the companion ladder and I knew that the two drunkards had at last been interrupted in their quarrel and awakened to a sense of their disaster . I lay down flat in the bottom of that wretched skiff and devoutly recommended my spirit to its Maker . At the end of the straits , I made sure we must fall into some bar of raging breakers , where all my troubles would be ended speedily ; and though I could , perhaps , bear to die , I could not bear to look upon my fate as it approached . So I must have lain for hours , continually beaten to and fro upon the billows , now and again wetted with flying sprays , and never ceasing to expect death at the next plunge . Gradually weariness grew upon me ; a numbness , an occasional stupor , fell upon my mind even in the midst of my terrors , until sleep at last supervened and in my sea-tossed coracle I lay and dreamed of home and the old Admiral Benbow . 24 The Cruise of the Coracle IT was broad day when I awoke and found myself tossing at the south-west end of Treasure Island . The sun was up but was still hid from me behind the great bulk of the Spy-glass , which on this side descended almost to the sea in formidable cliffs . Haulbowline Head and Mizzen-mast Hill were at my elbow , the hill bare and dark , the head bound with cliffs forty or fifty feet high and fringed with great masses of fallen rock . I was scarce a quarter of a mile to seaward , and it was my first thought to paddle in and land . That notion was soon given over .
Among the XXXXX rocks the breakers spouted and bellowed ; loud reverberations , heavy sprays flying and falling , succeeded one another from second to second ; and I saw myself , if I ventured nearer , dashed to death upon the rough shore or spending my strength in vain to scale the beetling crags .
Drink fallen found hid jumped lay lurch muttering quickening thinking