One appeared by her bulwark rail, holding a lantern.

The Baresark was gone, for, wasting no breath in words, already he was fixing the long shields on the bulwark rail.

Benita Beatrix Clifford, for that was her full name, who had been christened Benita after her mother and Beatrix after her father's only sister, leaning idly over the bulwark rail, thought to herself that a child might have sailed that sea in a boat of bark and come safely into port.