At last I awoke, and found that it was daylight.  I sprang up, calling Jerry, and we went on deck to learn what had become of the corvette. She was nowhere to be seen.  The wind had gone down very much, but it was still blowing fresh, and a heavy sea was running.  The sky, however, was blue and clear, and the waters sparkled brightly as the beams of the rising sun glanced over them.  The schooner had escaped all damage in the gale.  Our spirits rose somewhat with the pure fresh air of morning, and very well pleased were we to devour a good breakfast, when our friend the black cook placed it before us on deck, in a couple of large basins, with heavy silver spoons to feed ourselves.