The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 3Poe, Edgar Allan
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The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 3
Poe, Edgar Allan
American fiction -- 19th century; Fantasy fiction; Horror tales, American
August 3. No prospect of relief, and the brig lying still more
and more along, so that now we could not maintain a footing upon
deck at all. Busied ourselves in securing our wine and
tortoise-meat, so that we might not lose them in the event of our
rolling over. Got out two stout spikes from the forechains, and,
by means of the axe, drove them into the hull to windward within
a couple of feet of the water, this not being very far from the
keel, as we were nearly upon our beam-ends. To these spikes we
now lashed our provisions, as being more secure than their former
position beneath the chains. Suffered great agony from thirst
during the whole day—no chance of bathing on account of the
sharks, which never left us for a moment. Found it impossible to
sleep.
August 4. A little before daybreak we perceived that the hulk was
heeling over, and aroused ourselves to prevent being thrown off
by the movement. At first the roll was slow and gradual, and we
contrived to clamber over to windward very well, having taken the
precaution to leave ropes hanging from the spikes we had driven
in for the provision. But we had not calculated sufficiently upon
the acceleration of the impetus; for, presently the heel became
too violent to allow of our keeping pace with it; and, before
either of us knew what was to happen, we found ourselves hurled
furiously into the sea, and struggling several fathoms beneath
the surface, with the huge hull immediately above us.
In going under the water I had been obliged to let go my hold
upon the rope; and finding that I was completely beneath the
vessel, and my strength nearly exhausted, I scarcely made a
struggle for life, and resigned myself, in a few seconds, to die.
But here again I was deceived, not having taken into
consideration the natural rebound of the hull to windward. The
whirl of the water upward, which the vessel occasioned in rolling
partially back, brought me to the surface still more violently
than I had been plunged beneath. Upon coming up I found myself
about twenty yards from the hulk, as near as I could judge. She
was lying keel up, rocking furiously from side to side, and the
sea in all directions around was much agitated, and full of
strong whirlpools. I could see nothing of Peters. An oil-cask was
floating within a few feet of me, and various other articles from
the brig were scattered about.
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