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Everybody
seemed
interested
in
what
was
going
on
amid
ships
.
There
,
on
a
hatch
,
a
large
man
was
lying
on
his
back
.
He
was
fully
clothed
,
though
his
shirt
was
ripped
open
in
front
.
Nothing
was
to
be
seen
of
his
chest
,
however
,
for
it
was
covered
with
a
mass
of
black
hair
,
in
appearance
like
the
furry
coat
of
a
dog
.
His
face
and
neck
were
hidden
beneath
a
black
beard
,
intershot
with
grey
,
which
would
have
been
stiff
and
bushy
had
it
not
been
limp
and
draggled
and
dripping
with
water
.
His
eyes
were
closed
,
and
he
was
apparently
unconscious
;
but
his
mouth
was
wide
open
,
his
breast
,
heaving
as
though
from
suffocation
as
he
laboured
noisily
for
breath
.
A
sailor
,
from
time
to
time
and
quite
methodically
,
as
a
matter
of
routine
,
dropped
a
canvas
bucket
into
the
ocean
at
the
end
of
a
rope
,
hauled
it
in
hand
under
hand
,
and
sluiced
its
contents
over
the
prostrate
man
.
Pacing
back
and
forth
the
length
of
the
hatchways
and
savagely
chewing
the
end
of
a
cigar
,
was
the
man
whose
casual
glance
had
rescued
me
from
the
sea
.
His
height
was
probably
five
feet
ten
inches
,
or
ten
and
a
half
;
but
my
first
impression
,
or
feel
of
the
man
,
was
not
of
this
,
but
of
his
strength
.
And
yet
,
while
he
was
of
massive
build
,
with
broad
shoulders
and
deep
chest
,
I
could
not
characterize
his
strength
as
massive
.
It
was
what
might
be
termed
a
sinewy
,
knotty
strength
,
of
the
kind
we
ascribe
to
lean
and
wiry
men
,
but
which
,
in
him
,
because
of
his
heavy
build
,
partook
more
of
the
enlarged
gorilla
order
.
Not
that
in
appearance
he
seemed
in
the
least
gorilla-like
.
What
I
am
striving
to
express
is
this
strength
itself
,
more
as
a
thing
apart
from
his
physical
semblance
.
It
was
a
strength
we
are
wont
to
associate
with
things
primitive
,
with
wild
animals
,
and
the
creatures
we
imagine
our
tree-dwelling
prototypes
to
have
been
--
a
strength
savage
,
ferocious
,
alive
in
itself
,
the
essence
of
life
in
that
it
is
the
potency
of
motion
,
the
elemental
stuff
itself
out
of
which
the
many
forms
of
life
have
been
moulded
;
in
short
,
that
which
writhes
in
the
body
of
a
snake
when
the
head
is
cut
off
,
and
the
snake
,
as
a
snake
,
is
dead
,
or
which
lingers
in
the
shapeless
lump
of
turtle-meat
and
recoils
and
quivers
from
the
prod
of
a
finger
.
Such
was
the
impression
of
strength
I
gathered
from
this
man
who
paced
up
and
down
.
He
was
firmly
planted
on
his
legs
;
his
feet
struck
the
deck
squarely
and
with
surety
;
every
movement
of
a
muscle
,
from
the
heave
of
the
shoulders
to
the
tightening
of
the
lips
about
the
cigar
,
was
decisive
,
and
seemed
to
come
out
of
a
strength
that
was
excessive
and
overwhelming
.
In
fact
,
though
this
strength
pervaded
every
action
of
his
,
it
seemed
but
the
advertisement
of
a
greater
strength
that
lurked
within
,
that
lay
dormant
and
no
more
than
stirred
from
time
to
time
,
but
which
might
arouse
,
at
any
moment
,
terrible
and
compelling
,
like
the
rage
of
a
lion
or
the
wrath
of
a
storm
.
The
cook
stuck
his
head
out
of
the
galley
door
and
grinned
encouragingly
at
me
,
at
the
same
time
jerking
his
thumb
in
the
direction
of
the
man
who
paced
up
and
down
by
the
hatchway
.
Thus
I
was
given
to
understand
that
he
was
the
captain
,
the
"
Old
Man
,
"
in
the
cook
's
vernacular
,
the
individual
whom
I
must
interview
and
put
to
the
trouble
of
somehow
getting
me
ashore
.
I
had
half
started
forward
,
to
get
over
with
what
I
was
certain
would
be
a
stormy
five
minutes
,
when
a
more
violent
suffocating
paroxysm
seized
the
unfortunate
person
who
was
lying
on
his
back
.
He
wrenched
and
writhed
about
convulsively
.
The
chin
,
with
the
damp
black
beard
,
pointed
higher
in
the
air
as
the
back
muscles
stiffened
and
the
chest
swelled
in
an
unconscious
and
instinctive
effort
to
get
more
air
.
Under
the
whiskers
,
and
all
unseen
,
I
knew
that
the
skin
was
taking
on
a
purplish
hue
.
The
captain
,
or
Wolf
Larsen
,
as
men
called
him
,
ceased
pacing
and
gazed
down
at
the
dying
man
.
So
fierce
had
this
final
struggle
become
that
the
sailor
paused
in
the
act
of
flinging
more
water
over
him
and
stared
curiously
,
the
canvas
bucket
partly
tilted
and
dripping
its
contents
to
the
deck
.
The
dying
man
beat
a
tattoo
on
the
hatch
with
his
heels
,
straightened
out
his
legs
,
and
stiffened
in
one
great
tense
effort
,
and
rolled
his
head
from
side
to
side
.
Then
the
muscles
relaxed
,
the
head
stopped
rolling
,
and
a
sigh
,
as
of
profound
relief
,
floated
upward
from
his
lips
.
The
jaw
dropped
,
the
upper
lip
lifted
,
and
two
rows
of
tobacco-discoloured
teeth
appeared
.
It
seemed
as
though
his
features
had
frozen
into
a
diabolical
grin
at
the
world
he
had
left
and
outwitted
.
Then
a
most
surprising
thing
occurred
.
The
captain
broke
loose
upon
the
dead
man
like
a
thunderclap
.
Oaths
rolled
from
his
lips
in
a
continuous
stream
.
And
they
were
not
namby-pamby
oaths
,
or
mere
expressions
of
indecency
.
Each
word
was
a
blasphemy
,
and
there
were
many
words
.
They
crisped
and
crackled
like
electric
sparks
.
I
had
never
heard
anything
like
it
in
my
life
,
nor
could
I
have
conceived
it
possible
.
With
a
turn
for
literary
expression
myself
,
and
a
penchant
for
forcible
figures
and
phrases
,
I
appreciated
,
as
no
other
listener
,
I
dare
say
,
the
peculiar
vividness
and
strength
and
absolute
blasphemy
of
his
metaphors
.
The
cause
of
it
all
,
as
near
as
I
could
make
out
,
was
that
the
man
,
who
was
mate
,
had
gone
on
a
debauch
before
leaving
San
Francisco
,
and
then
had
the
poor
taste
to
die
at
the
beginning
of
the
voyage
and
leave
Wolf
Larsen
short-handed
.
It
should
be
unnecessary
to
state
,
at
least
to
my
friends
,
that
I
was
shocked
.
Oaths
and
vile
language
of
any
sort
had
always
been
repellent
to
me
.
I
felt
a
wilting
sensation
,
a
sinking
at
the
heart
,
and
,
I
might
just
as
well
say
,
a
giddiness
.
To
me
,
death
had
always
been
invested
with
solemnity
and
dignity
.
It
had
been
peaceful
in
its
occurrence
,
sacred
in
its
ceremonial
.
But
death
in
its
more
sordid
and
terrible
aspects
was
a
thing
with
which
I
had
been
unacquainted
till
now
.
As
I
say
,
while
I
appreciated
the
power
of
the
terrific
denunciation
that
swept
out
of
Wolf
Larsen
's
mouth
,
I
was
inexpressibly
shocked
.
The
scorching
torrent
was
enough
to
wither
the
face
of
the
corpse
.
I
should
not
have
been
surprised
if
the
wet
black
beard
had
frizzled
and
curled
and
flared
up
in
smoke
and
flame
.
But
the
dead
man
was
unconcerned
.
He
continued
to
grin
with
a
sardonic
humour
,
with
a
cynical
mockery
and
defiance
.
He
was
master
of
the
situation
.
