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The
taciturn
fishermen
within
the
reefs
would
extend
their
lean
arms
towards
the
offing
;
and
the
brown
figures
stooping
on
the
tiny
beaches
,
the
brown
figures
of
men
,
women
,
and
children
grubbing
in
the
sand
in
search
of
turtles
'
eggs
,
would
rise
up
,
crooked
elbow
aloft
and
hand
over
the
eyes
,
to
watch
this
monthly
apparition
glide
straight
on
,
swerve
off
--
and
go
by
.
Their
ears
caught
the
panting
of
that
ship
;
their
eyes
followed
her
till
she
passed
between
the
two
capes
of
the
mainland
going
at
full
speed
as
though
she
hoped
to
make
her
way
unchecked
into
the
very
bosom
of
the
earth
.
On
such
days
the
luminous
sea
would
give
no
sign
of
the
dangers
lurking
on
both
sides
of
her
path
.
Everything
remained
still
,
crushed
by
the
overwhelming
power
of
the
light
;
and
the
whole
group
,
opaque
in
the
sunshine
,
--
the
rocks
resembling
pinnacles
,
the
rocks
resembling
spires
,
the
rocks
resembling
ruins
;
the
forms
of
islets
resembling
beehives
,
resembling
mole-hills
,
the
islets
recalling
the
shapes
of
haystacks
,
the
contours
of
ivy-clad
towers
,
--
would
stand
reflected
together
upside
down
in
the
unwrinkled
water
,
like
carved
toys
of
ebony
disposed
on
the
silvered
plate-glass
of
a
mirror
.
The
first
touch
of
blowing
weather
would
envelop
the
whole
at
once
in
the
spume
of
the
windward
breakers
,
as
if
in
a
sudden
cloudlike
burst
of
steam
;
and
the
clear
water
seemed
fairly
to
boil
in
all
the
passages
.
The
provoked
sea
outlined
exactly
in
a
design
of
angry
foam
the
wide
base
of
the
group
;
the
submerged
level
of
broken
waste
and
refuse
left
over
from
the
building
of
the
coast
near
by
,
projecting
its
dangerous
spurs
,
all
awash
,
far
into
the
channel
,
and
bristling
with
wicked
long
spits
often
a
mile
long
:
with
deadly
spits
made
of
froth
and
stones
.
And
even
nothing
more
than
a
brisk
breeze
--
as
on
that
morning
,
the
voyage
before
,
when
the
Sofala
left
Pangu
bay
early
,
and
Mr.
Sterne
's
discovery
was
to
blossom
out
like
a
flower
of
incredible
and
evil
aspect
from
the
tiny
seed
of
instinctive
suspicion
,
--
even
such
a
breeze
had
enough
strength
to
tear
the
placid
mask
from
the
face
of
the
sea
.
To
Sterne
,
gazing
with
indifference
,
it
had
been
like
a
revelation
to
behold
for
the
first
time
the
dangers
marked
by
the
hissing
livid
patches
on
the
water
as
distinctly
as
on
the
engraved
paper
of
a
chart
.
It
came
into
his
mind
that
this
was
the
sort
of
day
most
favorable
for
a
stranger
attempting
the
passage
:
a
clear
day
,
just
windy
enough
for
the
sea
to
break
on
every
ledge
,
buoying
,
as
it
were
,
the
channel
plainly
to
the
sight
;
whereas
during
a
calm
you
had
nothing
to
depend
on
but
the
compass
and
the
practiced
judgment
of
your
eye
.
And
yet
the
successive
captains
of
the
Sofala
had
had
to
take
her
through
at
night
more
than
once
.
Nowadays
you
could
not
afford
to
throw
away
six
or
seven
hours
of
a
steamer
's
time
.
That
you
could
n't
.
But
then
use
is
everything
,
and
with
proper
care
.
.
The
channel
was
broad
and
safe
enough
;
the
main
point
was
to
hit
upon
the
entrance
correctly
in
the
dark
--
for
if
a
man
got
himself
involved
in
that
stretch
of
broken
water
over
yonder
he
would
never
get
out
with
a
whole
ship
--
if
he
ever
got
out
at
all
.
This
was
Sterne
's
last
train
of
thought
independent
of
the
great
discovery
.
He
had
just
seen
to
the
securing
of
the
anchor
,
and
had
remained
forward
idling
away
a
moment
or
two
.
The
captain
was
in
charge
on
the
bridge
.
With
a
slight
yawn
he
had
turned
away
from
his
survey
of
the
sea
and
had
leaned
his
shoulders
against
the
fish
davit
.
These
,
properly
speaking
,
were
the
very
last
moments
of
ease
he
was
to
know
on
board
the
Sofala
.
All
the
instants
that
came
after
were
to
be
pregnant
with
purpose
and
intolerable
with
perplexity
.
No
more
idle
,
random
thoughts
;
the
discovery
would
put
them
on
the
rack
,
till
sometimes
he
wished
to
goodness
he
had
been
fool
enough
not
to
make
it
at
all
.
And
yet
,
if
his
chance
to
get
on
rested
on
the
discovery
of
"
something
wrong
,
"
he
could
not
have
hoped
for
a
greater
stroke
of
luck
.
The
knowledge
was
too
disturbing
,
really
.
There
was
"
something
wrong
"
with
a
vengeance
,
and
the
moral
certitude
of
it
was
at
first
simply
frightful
to
contemplate
.
Sterne
had
been
looking
aft
in
a
mood
so
idle
,
that
for
once
he
was
thinking
no
harm
of
anyone
.
His
captain
on
the
bridge
presented
himself
naturally
to
his
sight
.
How
insignificant
,
how
casual
was
the
thought
that
had
started
the
train
of
discovery
--
like
an
accidental
spark
that
suffices
to
ignite
the
charge
of
a
tremendous
mine
!
Caught
under
by
the
breeze
,
the
awnings
of
the
foredeck
bellied
upwards
and
collapsed
slowly
,
and
above
their
heavy
flapping
the
gray
stuff
of
Captain
Whalley
's
roomy
coat
fluttered
incessantly
around
his
arms
and
trunk
.
He
faced
the
wind
in
full
light
,
with
his
great
silvery
beard
blown
forcibly
against
his
chest
;
the
eyebrows
overhung
heavily
the
shadows
whence
his
glance
appeared
to
be
staring
ahead
piercingly
.
Sterne
could
just
detect
the
twin
gleam
of
the
whites
shifting
under
the
shaggy
arches
of
the
brow
.
At
short
range
these
eyes
,
for
all
the
man
's
affable
manner
,
seemed
to
look
you
through
and
through
.
Sterne
never
could
defend
himself
from
that
feeling
when
he
had
occasion
to
speak
with
his
captain
.
He
did
not
like
it
.
What
a
big
heavy
man
he
appeared
up
there
,
with
that
little
shrimp
of
a
Serang
in
close
attendance
--
as
was
usual
in
this
extraordinary
steamer
!
Confounded
absurd
custom
that
.
He
resented
it
.
Surely
the
old
fellow
could
have
looked
after
his
ship
without
that
loafing
native
at
his
elbow
.
Sterne
wriggled
his
shoulders
with
disgust
.
