We had spent a longer time in visiting the castle than we had intended, and had only got a short distance back when we were overtaken by the gloom of evening.  The wind was blowing dead on shore, and a tremendous sea running.  We were casting our eyes over the German Ocean, when we saw what we took to be a brig, with her mainmast gone, and several of her sails blown away, evidently steering for Peterhead.  Unable to keep close to the wind, she was drifting every instant nearer and nearer the shore.