It was the 9th of March, 1860, and eleven o’clock at night. The sea and sky were as one, and the eye could pierce but a few fathoms into the gloom. Through the raging sea, over which the waves broke with a livid light, a little ship was driving under almost bare poles. She was a schooner of a hundred tons. Her name was the Sleuth, but you would have sought it in vain on her stern, for an accident of some sort had torn it away. In this latitude, at the beginning of March, the nights are short. The day would dawn about five o’clock. But would the dangers that threatened the schooner grow less when the sun illumined the sky? Was not the frail vessel at the mercy of the waves? Undoubtedly; and only the calming of the billows and the lulling of the gale could save her from that most awful of shipwrecks — foundering in the open sea far from any coast on which the survivors might find safety. In the stern of the schooner were three boys, one about fourteen, the two others about thirteen years of age; these, with a young negro some twelve years old, were at the wheel, and with their united strength strove to check the lurches which threatened every instant to throw the vessel broadside on. It was a difficult task, for the wheel seemed as though it would turn in spite of all they could do, and hurl them against the bulwarks. Just before midnight such a wave came thundering against the stern that it was a wonder the rudder was not unshipped. The boys were thrown backwards by the shock, but they recovered themselves almost immediately. “Does she still steer?” asked one of them. “Yes, Gordon,” answered Briant, who had coolly resumed his place. “Hold on tight, Donagan,” he continued, “and don’t be afraid. There are others besides ourselves to look after. You are not hurt Moko?” “No, Massa Briant,” answered the boy. “But we must keep the yacht before the wind, or we shall be pooped.” At this moment the door of the companion leading to the saloon was thrown open. Two little heads appeared above the level of the deck, and with them came up the genial face of a dog, who saluted with a loud, “Whough! whough!” “Briant! Briant!” shouted one of the youngsters “What is the matter?”

Adrift on the Pacific A Boys Story of the Sea and its Perils by Edward S. Ellis and his officers, suddenly felt an alarming jar, which shook the steamer from stem to stern. It was noticed that the engine instantly stopped and the enormous ship gradually came to rest upon the long, heaving swell of the Pacific.

Excerpt from Adrift in the Pacific She was a schooner Of a hundred tons. Her name was the Sleuth, but you would have sought it in vain on her stem, for an accident of some sort had torn it away. In this latitude, at the beginning Of March, the nights are short. The day would dawn about five O'clock. But would the dangers that threatened the schooner grow less when the sun illumined the sky? Was not the frail vessel at the mercy Of the waves? Undoubtedly; and only the calming Of the billows and the lulling Of the gale could save her from that most awful Of shipwrecks - foundering in the open sea far from any coast on which the survivors might find safety. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Adrift on the Pacific Edward Sylvester Ellis

In the vastness of the Pacific Ocean, a group of young people embarks on a tranquil cruise aboard their yacht, eager to explore the crystal-clear waters and create unforgettable memories. However, nature, indifferent to their plans, unleashes a ruthless storm that changes the course of their journey. Adrift and with the communication system malfunctioning, they find refuge on a forgotten island, whose dark secrets will entangle them in a plot of mystery and tragedy. Among them is Alfred, the last of the young ones, whose task becomes the desperate search for his missing friends on the mysterious island. In this suspenseful, action-packed, and terrifying narrative, each chapter reveals new twists in the plot, exposing the group to unknown dangers, mysterious disappearances, and the shadow of fear. With unexpected alliances, mystery hunters, and the revelation of dark secrets, the plot intensifies until reaching a final confrontation that challenges Alfred to uncover the origin of the disappearances. However, the story takes an unexpected turn with the revelation of an invisible betrayal, sowing distrust within the group. The narrative culminates in the ultimate challenge, where the survivors struggle to escape the island and face the aftermath of the betrayal. The rebirth of hope offers a light in the midst of darkness, but the return to reality raises new questions and final reflections, leaving Alfred at a crossroads between the past and the future. Immerse yourself in this captivating tale of survival, friendship, and mystery as the young ones battle the elements, dangers, and shadows lurking on the forgotten island.

Excerpt and his officers, suddenly felt an alarming jar, which shook the steamer from stem to stern. It was noticed that the engine instantly stopped and the enormous ship gradually came to rest upon the long, heaving swell of the Pacific. In a few minutes it was ascertained that the steamer had broken the shaft of her propeller, thus rendering the all-important screw useless. This necessitated the hoisting of her sails, and a monotonous voyage to her destination, a return to San Francisco, or a long deviation to Honolulu for repairs. While the necessary investigation was going on, a sail had been sighted bearing down upon them, and in half an hour it came-to, a short distance off, in the hope of being able to afford some assistance--as the sight of a steamer lying motionless on the water meant that something was amiss. This new craft was the schooner Coral, a stanchly-built, sharp-bowed little vessel of forty tons burden, built for the Honolulu trade. She was about seven years old, very Ellis was a teacher, school administrator, journalist, and the author of hundreds of books and magazine articles[3] that he produced by his name and by a number of noms de plume. Notable fiction stories by Ellis include The Steam Man of the Prairies[4] and Seth Jones, or the Captives of the Frontier.[5] Internationally, Edward S. Ellis is probably known best for his Deerfoot novels read widely by young boys until the 1950s.