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I would make mention here , how that I had little thought all this while for the peril of the other boat , and , indeed , I was so very full of our own that it is no matter at which to wonder . However , as it proved , and as this is a most suitable place in which to tell it , the boat that held Josh and the rest of the crew came through the storm with safety ; though it was not until many years afterwards that I had the good fortune to hear from Josh himself how that , after the storm , they were picked up by a homeward-bound vessel , and landed in the Port of London . And now , to our own happenings . The Weed-Choked Sea It was some little while before midday that we grew conscious that the sea had become very much less violent ; and this despite the wind roaring with scarce abated noise . And , presently , everything about the boat , saving the wind , having grown indubitably calmer , and no great water breaking over the canvas , the bo ` sun beckoned me again to assist him lift the after part of the cover . This we did , and put forth our heads to inquire the reason of the unexpected quietness of the sea ; not knowing but that we had come suddenly under the lee of some unknown land . Yet , for a space , we could see nothing , beyond the surrounding billows ; for the sea was still very furious , though no matter to cause us concern , after that through which we had come .