An overhanging rock offered him a temporary shelter, and scarcely had he availed himself of it when the tempest burst forth in all its fury.Edmond felt the trembling of the rock beneath which he lay; the waves, dashing themselves against it, wetted him with their spray.He was safely sheltered, and yet he felt dizzy in the midst of the warring of the elements and the dazzling brightness of the lightning.It seemed to him that the island trembled to its base, and that it would, like a vessel at anchor, break moorings, and bear him off into the centre of the storm.He then recollected that he had not eaten or drunk for four-and-twenty hours.He extended his hands, and drank greedily of the rainwater that had lodged in a hollow of the rock.
As he rose, a flash of lightning, that seemed to rive the remotest heights of heaven, illumined the darkness.By its light, between the Island of Lemaire and Cape Croiselle, a quarter of a league distant, Dantes saw a fishing-boat driven rapidly like a spectre before the power of winds and waves.A second after, he saw it again, approaching with frightful rapidity.Dantes cried at the top of his voice to warn them of their danger, but they saw it themselves.
Another flash showed him four men clinging to the shattered mast and the rigging, while a fifth clung to the broken rudder.
The men he beheld saw him undoubtedly, for their cries were carried to his ears by the wind.Above the splintered mast a sail rent to tatters was waving; suddenly the ropes that still held it gave way, and it disappeared in the darkness of the night like a vast sea-bird.At the same moment a violent crash was heard, and cries of distress.Dantes from his rocky perch saw the shattered vessel, and among the fragments the floating forms of the hapless sailors.Then all was dark again.
Dantes ran down the rocks at the risk of being himself dashed to pieces; he listened, he groped about, but he heard and saw nothing -- the cries had ceased, and the tempest continued to rage.By degrees the wind abated, vast gray clouds rolled towards the west, and the blue firmament appeared studded with bright stars.Soon a red streak became visible in the horizon, the waves whitened, a light played over them, and gilded their foaming crests with gold.It was day.
Dantes stood mute and motionless before this majestic spectacle, as if he now beheld it for the first time; and indeed since his captivity in the Chateau d'If he had forgotten that such scenes were ever to be witnessed.He turned towards the fortress, and looked at both sea and land.The gloomy building rose from the bosom of the ocean with imposing majesty and seemed to dominate the scene.It was about five o'clock.The sea continued to get calmer.
"In two or three hours," thought Dantes, "the turnkey will enter my chamber, find the body of my poor friend, recognize it, seek for me in vain, and give the alarm.Then the tunnel will be discovered; the men who cast me into the sea and who must have heard the cry I uttered, will be questioned.Then boats filled with armed soldiers will pursue the wretched fugitive.The cannon will warn every one to refuse shelter to a man wandering about naked and famished.The police of Marseilles will be on the alert by land, whilst the governor pursues me by sea.I am cold, I am hungry.I have lost even the knife that saved me.O my God, I have suffered enough surely! Have pity on me, and do for me what I am unable to do for myself."As Dantes (his eyes turned in the direction of the Chateau d'If) uttered this prayer, he saw off the farther point of the Island of Pomegue a small vessel with lateen sail skimming the sea like a gull in search of prey; and with his sailor's eye he knew it to be a Genoese tartan.She was coming out of Marseilles harbor, and was standing out to sea rapidly, her sharp prow cleaving through the waves."Oh,"cried Edmond, "to think that in half an hour I could join her, did I not fear being questioned, detected, and conveyed back to Marseilles! What can I do? What story can I invent?
under pretext of trading along the coast, these men, who are in reality smugglers, will prefer selling me to doing a good action.I must wait.But I cannot ---I am starving.In a few hours my strength will be utterly exhausted; besides, perhaps I have not been missed at the fortress.I can pass as one of the sailors wrecked last night.My story will be accepted, for there is no one left to contradict me."As he spoke, Dantes looked toward the spot where the fishing-vessel had been wrecked, and started.The red cap of one of the sailors hung to a point of the rock and some timbers that had formed part of the vessel's keel, floated at the foot of the crag.It an instant Dantes' plan was formed.he swam to the cap, placed it on his head, seized one of the timbers, and struck out so as to cut across the course the vessel was taking.
"I am saved!" murmured he.And this conviction restored his strength.
He soon saw that the vessel, with the wind dead ahead, was tacking between the Chateau d'If and the tower of Planier.
For an instant he feared lest, instead of keeping in shore, she should stand out to sea; but he soon saw that she would pass, like most vessels bound for Italy, between the islands of Jaros and Calaseraigne.However, the vessel and the swimmer insensibly neared one another, and in one of its tacks the tartan bore down within a quarter of a mile of him.He rose on the waves, making signs of distress; but no one on board saw him, and the vessel stood on another tack.
Dantes would have shouted, but he knew that the wind would drown his voice.
It was then he rejoiced at his precaution in taking the timber, for without it he would have been unable, perhaps, to reach the vessel -- certainly to return to shore, should he be unsuccessful in attracting attention.
