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The
great
black
mass
brooding
over
our
very
mastheads
began
to
pivot
away
from
the
ship
’
s
side
silently
.
And
now
I
forgot
the
secret
stranger
ready
to
depart
,
and
remembered
only
that
I
was
a
total
stranger
to
the
ship
.
I
did
not
know
her
.
Would
she
do
it
?
How
was
she
to
be
handled
?
I
swung
the
mainyard
and
waited
helplessly
.
She
was
perhaps
stopped
,
and
her
very
fate
hung
in
the
balance
,
with
the
black
mass
of
Koh
-
ring
like
the
gate
of
the
everlasting
night
towering
over
her
taffrail
.
What
would
she
do
now
?
Had
she
way
on
her
yet
?
I
stepped
to
the
side
swiftly
,
and
on
the
shadowy
water
I
could
see
nothing
except
a
faint
phosphorescent
flash
revealing
the
glassy
smoothness
of
the
sleeping
surface
.
It
was
impossible
to
tell
—
and
I
had
not
learned
yet
the
feel
of
my
ship
.
Was
she
moving
?
What
I
needed
was
something
easily
seen
,
a
piece
of
paper
,
which
I
could
throw
overboard
and
watch
.
I
had
nothing
on
me
.
To
run
down
for
it
I
didn
’
t
dare
.
There
was
no
time
.
All
at
once
my
strained
,
yearning
stare
distinguished
a
white
object
floating
within
a
yard
of
the
ship
’
s
side
.
White
on
the
black
water
.
A
phosphorescent
flash
passed
under
it
.
What
was
that
thing
?
.
.
.
I
recognized
my
own
floppy
hat
.
It
must
have
fallen
off
his
head
.
.
.
and
he
didn
’
t
bother
.
Now
I
had
what
I
wanted
—
the
saving
mark
for
my
eyes
.
But
I
hardly
thought
of
my
other
self
,
now
gone
from
the
ship
,
to
be
hidden
forever
from
all
friendly
faces
,
to
be
a
fugitive
and
a
vagabond
on
the
earth
,
with
no
brand
of
the
curse
on
his
sane
forehead
to
stay
a
slaying
hand
.
.
.
too
proud
to
explain
.
And
I
watched
the
hat
—
the
expression
of
my
sudden
pity
for
his
mere
flesh
.
It
had
been
meant
to
save
his
homeless
head
from
the
dangers
of
the
sun
.
And
now
—
behold
—
it
was
saving
the
ship
,
by
serving
me
for
a
mark
to
help
out
the
ignorance
of
my
strangeness
.
Ha
!
It
was
drifting
forward
,
warning
me
just
in
time
that
the
ship
had
gathered
sternaway
.
“
Shift
the
helm
,
”
I
said
in
a
low
voice
to
the
seaman
standing
still
like
a
statue
.
The
man
’
s
eyes
glistened
wildly
in
the
binnacle
light
as
he
jumped
round
to
the
other
side
and
spun
round
the
wheel
.
I
walked
to
the
break
of
the
poop
.
On
the
over
-
shadowed
deck
all
hands
stood
by
the
forebraces
waiting
for
my
order
.
The
stars
ahead
seemed
to
be
gliding
from
right
to
left
.
And
all
was
so
still
in
the
world
that
I
heard
the
quiet
remark
,
“
She
’
s
round
,
”
passed
in
a
tone
of
intense
relief
between
two
seamen
.
“
Let
go
and
haul
.
”
The
foreyards
ran
round
with
a
great
noise
,
amidst
cheery
cries
.
And
now
the
frightful
whiskers
made
themselves
heard
giving
various
orders
Already
the
ship
was
drawing
ahead
.
And
I
was
alone
with
her
.
Nothing
!
no
one
in
the
world
should
stand
now
between
us
,
throwing
a
shadow
on
the
way
of
silent
knowledge
and
mute
affection
,
the
perfect
communion
of
a
seaman
with
his
first
command
.
