Unmindful of the tedious rope-ladders of the shrouds, the men, like shooting stars, slid to the deck, by the isolated backstays and halyards; while Ahab, less dartingly, but still rapidly was dropped from his perch.
The wind was shifting, Davos could feel it, see it in the way the black canvas rippled. He reached for the halyards. " Help me bring in the sail. I'll row us the rest of the way" .