Baranoff´s Island Clouds got lower, covered a half of mountain. It became darker and surprisingly silence. On the board of „Ekaterina“, standing closer to the high wooded coast, they dropped the second anchor. „Alexandr“ rolled up storm sails. „Buyers“, angrily muttered Lisyanskiy and was hiding binoculars behind the lapel of the uniform. „Signalman!“ „Furl sails! All stand by position.“ Seamen clearly and cleverly fulfilled the command, military cutter was obediently standing up the wind. Lisyanskiy kept observing the grey point, emerging in the border of the bay recently. The wind had changed its direction, was blowing from the sea. The dark water waves got higher, reached lower rims of the clouds. The unknown boat was climbing up the crests, falling into depressions, once in a while completely vanished. After that was slowly and doggedly struggling forwards. (The translate - attempt of the first three paragraphs of the Russian original of the book „The Great Ocean“, part one „Baranoff´s Island“ by Ivan Kratt)