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“
What
would
you
think
of
such
a
thing
happening
on
board
your
own
ship
?
I
’
ve
had
the
Sephora
for
these
fifteen
years
.
I
am
a
well
-
known
shipmaster
.
”
He
was
densely
distressed
—
and
perhaps
I
should
have
sympathized
with
him
if
I
had
been
able
to
detach
my
mental
vision
from
the
unsuspected
sharer
of
my
cabin
as
though
he
were
my
second
self
.
There
he
was
on
the
other
side
of
the
bulkhead
,
four
or
five
feet
from
us
,
no
more
,
as
we
sat
in
the
saloon
.
I
looked
politely
at
Captain
Archbold
(
if
that
was
his
name
)
,
but
it
was
the
other
I
saw
,
in
a
gray
sleeping
suit
,
seated
on
a
low
stool
,
his
bare
feet
close
together
,
his
arms
folded
,
and
every
word
said
between
us
falling
into
the
ears
of
his
dark
head
bowed
on
his
chest
.
“
I
have
been
at
sea
now
,
man
and
boy
,
for
seven
-
and
-
thirty
years
,
and
I
’
ve
never
heard
of
such
a
thing
happening
in
an
English
ship
.
And
that
it
should
be
my
ship
.
Wife
on
board
,
too
.
”
I
was
hardly
listening
to
him
.
“
Don
’
t
you
think
,
”
I
said
,
“
that
the
heavy
sea
which
,
you
told
me
,
came
aboard
just
then
might
have
killed
the
man
?
I
have
seen
the
sheer
weight
of
a
sea
kill
a
man
very
neatly
,
by
simply
breaking
his
neck
.
”
“
Good
God
!
”
he
uttered
,
impressively
,
fixing
his
smeary
blue
eyes
on
me
.
“
The
sea
!
No
man
killed
by
the
sea
ever
looked
like
that
.
”
He
seemed
positively
scandalized
at
my
suggestion
.
And
as
I
gazed
at
him
certainly
not
prepared
for
anything
original
on
his
part
,
he
advanced
his
head
close
to
mine
and
thrust
his
tongue
out
at
me
so
suddenly
that
I
couldn
’
t
help
starting
back
.
After
scoring
over
my
calmness
in
this
graphic
way
he
nodded
wisely
.
If
I
had
seen
the
sight
,
he
assured
me
,
I
would
never
forget
it
as
long
as
I
lived
.
The
weather
was
too
bad
to
give
the
corpse
a
proper
sea
burial
.
So
next
day
at
dawn
they
took
it
up
on
the
poop
,
covering
its
face
with
a
bit
of
bunting
;
he
read
a
short
prayer
,
and
then
,
just
as
it
was
,
in
its
oilskins
and
long
boots
,
they
launched
it
amongst
those
mountainous
seas
that
seemed
ready
every
moment
to
swallow
up
the
ship
herself
and
the
terrified
lives
on
board
of
her
.
“
That
reefed
foresail
saved
you
,
”
I
threw
in
.
“
Under
God
—
it
did
,
”
he
exclaimed
fervently
.
“
It
was
by
a
special
mercy
,
I
firmly
believe
,
that
it
stood
some
of
those
hurricane
squalls
.
”
“
It
was
the
setting
of
that
sail
which
—
”
I
began
.
