For three days we have never been able to make each other hear a word. Our mouths open, our lips move, but not a word can be heard. We cannot even make ourselves heard by approaching our mouth close to the ear.

My uncle has drawn nearer to me. He has uttered a few words. They seem to be “We are lost;” but I am not sure.

At last I write down the words: “Let us lower the sail.”

He nods his consent.