The sun had gone down to the horizon wrapped in a purple aura, and the sky was spreading his mantle blue, darkening the vast expanse of ocean.

However, by the S. O. brownish clouds piling ran, and the wind had suddenly cooled at sunset.

The captain, who was an old sailor, having led forth his telescope toward the four cardinal points, had wrinkled his brow somewhat, but not yet said a word.

Tom went back and forth casually, seemed entirely resigned to his fate, and this was because the board would allow him complete freedom.

He could walk at all times on deck, and even tolerated him that talking to the sailors.

And Tom did not complain or ask to be left ashore or move to another ship to return to his country, but carefully watched everything that went on around them, and constantly exploring the horizon, looming always waiting to see some sailing.

The attitude of the captain concerned, it did not escape his eye that day researcher.

At the same time kept his high view of the majestic peak that loomed on the horizon.