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38, the steep rocks running out into the foaming surf and at Johann Happs’ trim little boat riding at anchor just inside the harbour. One glance showed him clearly that the vessel was  in distress, but how or why he could not tell. She seemed to be settling slowly in the water, indeed had already sunk so deep that the waves  were breaking over her. And, strangest of all, Johann Happs was standing, with folded  arms, upon the beach, staring at her but quite  unmoving, never lifting a hand to rescue his  beloved boat.