The furnaces were stoked; the propeller churned the waves more swiftly; the frigate skirted the flat, yellow coast of Long Island; and at eight o'clock in the evening, after the lights of Fire Island had vanished into the northwest, we ran at full steam onto the dark waters of the Atlantic.
La fragata costeó las orillas bajas y amarillentas de Long Island. A las ocho de la tarde, tras haber dejado al Noroeste el faro de Fire Island, la fragata surcaba ya a todo vapor las oscuras aguas del Atlántico.