Paul and Bob sprang out of their hammocks, and the former seized the monkey and laughingly shoved his nose up against one of the window panes.  Far down below were the rolling billows of the great Atlantic, the early sun striking them into many beautiful tones of green and blue, and cutting a silver pathway across the curling crests.  A school of dolphins was leaping out of the water off to the left.  From the opposite window the youth could see a small emerald island in the distance, but everywhere else was water, vast reaches of it.