A stormy dark sunset, late in the gloaming. The ship is seen tossing wildly on a tempestuous sea. The Thief is sitting quietly in the stern with her head bowed; her face is invisible. The Carpenter and the Tracker are whimpering on the floor. Finn is alone at the helm, but the waves are driving the boat about at their mercy.
Carpenter
[Terrified, from bottom of boat.]
Tracker
[Blubbering with terror.]
[Clutches Finn’s legs.]
Finn
[Spurning him suddenly.]
[The Tracker collapses howling in a corner.]
Carpenter
[A great shower of spray comes over and drenches them. The Tracker cries despairingly.]
Carpenter
[To Finn.]
[The ship heels and dips, the Tracker yells again, and even the Carpenter gasps and moans.]
Tracker
[To Carpenter, blubbering.]
Carpenter
[The boat gives a wild lurch and appears to founder. Both cry wildly to Finn. The Tracker clutches the Thief’s knees, weeping loudly.]
Thief
[Quietly.]
Finn
[Looking desperately up to the sky.]
[At his words a golden life-line is suddenly whirled on board and falls at his feet. The Carpenter and the Tracker cry wildly: “A rope! A rope! Oh, make it fast!”]
Thief
[With a sigh of relief.]
[She runs hurriedly and makes the rope fast to the mast, while Finn remains gazing at it as if dazed. In a moment the Climber is seen swinging along it, immediately followed by the Gripper, the Listener, and the Marksman. Finn remains as if spellbound, while the Gripper runs to the tiller, seizes it from him, and turns the boat completely round.]
Finn
[To himself, as if bewildered.]
Climber
[Shaking her head at him.]
[She helps him into his coat, which he submits to passively, gazing at her as if dazed; then suddenly falling on his knees, he snatches her hand, crying exultantly—]
Finn
[The storm gradually abates, and as the ship slips away the Gripper leans back against the tiller and sings.]
Gripper’s Song