Night after night, Strachey would sit by the fire, waiting and watching and hoping.24 Perhaps it was at this time that he began his long report on the shipwreck or perhaps he simply gazed seaward and thought of what the uncertain future might hold. September turned to October and October to November, however, with no sight of Ravens or of any rescue vessel from Jamestown. His fate and the fate of his mates was never determined. Almost certainly, they were lost in a sudden storm--after all, it was still hurricane season--that sent their tiny vessel to the bottom.25