waves break into the quiet water inside; so, if we manage to cling to the oar till it is driven over the breakers, we may perhaps gain the shore. What say you? will you join me?"
We gladly agreed to follow Jack, for he inspired us with confidence, although I could perceive, by the sad tone of his voice, that he had little hope; and, indeed, when I looked at the white waves that lashed the reef and boiled against the rocks as if in fury, I felt that there was but a step between us and death. My heart sank within me; but at that moment my thoughts turned to my beloved mother, and I remembered those words, which were among the last that she said to me: "Ralph, my dearest child, always remember in the hour of danger to look to your Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. He alone is both able and willing to save your body and your soul." So I felt much comforted when I thought thereon.
The ship was now very near the rocks. The men were ready with the boat, and the captain beside them giving orders, when a tremendous
Ballantyne wrote tons of books about foreign places, historical events. He often went to the places he wrote about so he could be sure all his information was accurate. Unlike most books of the day, his are filled with interesting information, adventure, and Christian morals. The Coral Island is (so far) my favorite he has written. It also has a sequel, The Gorilla Hunters. A great adventure from a great writer!
This is crap, too boring and the end is the worst! Who'd want to read that again, i sold it for 3 quid though :D