"That ain't nothin', 'cept ther shadder er ther ship," he said. Tammy, after my hint, let it go at that. But when Plummer had gone forrard with the others, I told him not to go telling everything round the decks, like that. "We've got to be thundering careful!" I remarked. "You know what the Old Man said, last watch!" "Yes," said Tammy. "I wasn't thinking; I'll be careful next time." A little way from me the Second Mate was still staring down into the water. I turned, and spoke to him. "What do you make it out to be, Sir?" I asked. "God knows!" he said, with a quick glance round to see whether any of the men were about. He got down from the rail, and turned to go up on to the poop. At the top of the ladder, he leant over the break. "You may as well ship that gangway, you two," he told us. "And mind, Jessop, keep your mouth shut about this." "i, i, Sir," I answered. "And you too, youngster!" he added and went aft along the poop. Tammy and I were busy with the gangway when the Second came back. He had brought the Skipper. "Right under the gangway, Sir" I heard the Second say, and he pointed down into the water. For a little while, the Old Man stared. Then I heard him speak. "I don't see anything," he said. At that, the Second Mate bent more forward and peered down. So did I; but the thing, whatever it was, had gone completely. "It's gone, Sir," said the Second. "It was there right enough when I came for you." About a minute later, having finished shipping the gangway, I was going forrard, when the Second's voice called me back "Tell the Captain what it was you saw just now," he said, in a low voice. "I can't say exactly, Sir," I replied. "But it seemed to me like the shadow of a ship, rising up through the water." "There, Sir," remarked the Second Mate to the Old Man. "Just what I told you." The Skipper stared at me. "You're quite sure?" he asked. "Yes, Sir," I answered. "Tammy saw it, too." I waited a minute. Then they turned to go aft. The Second was saying something. "Can I go, Sir?" I asked. "Yes, that will do, Jessop," he said, over his shoulder. But the Old Man came back to the break, and spoke to me. "Remember, not a word of this forrard!" he said. "No Sir," I replied, and he went back to the Second Mate; while I walked forrard to the fo'cas'le to get something to eat. "Your whack's in the kettle, Jessop," said Tom, as I stepped in over the washboard. "An' I got your lime-juice in a pannikin." "Thanks," I said, and sat down. As I stowed away my grub, I took no notice of the chatter of the others. I was too stuffed with my own thoughts. That shadow of a vessel rising, you know, out of the profound deeps, had impressed me tremendously. It had not been imagination. Three of us had seen it--really four; for Plummer distinctly saw it; though he failed to recognise it as anything extraordinary.