This is a drama that starts off with this sea story, while choosing the kingdom's king. The storm had spent itself, the sea was calm again, and on its smooth surface tossed empty casks and shattered masts, —the monuments of shipwrecked vessels. The stormy petrels had vanished with the tempest, and the flying fish were now making their clumsy leaps from wave to wave, —a sign of fair weather. A brigantine which had outlived the gale was moving slowly over the almost unrippled surface of the water; all hands were engaged in repairing the damage occasioned by the storm; temporary masts were rigged, sails trimmed, the crew worked fairly hanging in the air; for the ship had heeled far over, —a proof that her ballast had shifted during the tempest.
