In this consideration, I say, I seemed to find a source of comfort. If I
died as I now was, it would be God’s act, whereas had I remained in the
wreck I must have been brutally butchered by the wretches whom the devil
had de-spatched to me in the darkness of the morning that was gone.
Nevertheless I was at a loss to comprehend their motive in thus using
me. First of all by sending me away in their boat, they had robbed
themselves of their only chance of escape should the wreck founder. Then
again, I was a man with a serviceable pair of hands belonging to me, and
how necessary willing help was to persons circumstanced as they were,
they could easily have gathered from the labors of the day. Besides,
they would be able to judge of my condition by my attire, and how could
they be sure that I should demand the treasure or put in my claim for a
share of it? But I need not weary you with my speculations. The sun sank
when there was a space of about a league betwixt my boat and the wreck,
and the darkness came in a stride out of the east. The wind was weak and
hot, and there was a crackling noise of ripples round about the boat as
she lay with scarce any way upon her, lightly but briskly bobbing upon
the tropic ocean dimples. When the darkness came I let fall my sail,
intending later on, when the wreck should have got well away towards the
horizon, to head north; for methought the further I drew towards the
equator out of these seas the better would be my chance of being
rescued. The stars were very plentiful, rich, and brilliant that night.
I gave God thanks for their company, and for the stillness and peace
upon the ocean, and I prayed to Him to watch over and to succor me. When
the moon rose I stood up and looked around, but saw nothing of the
wreck; on which I hoisted my sail afresh and headed the boat north, as I
conjectured, by the position of the moon. There was a deal of fire in
the sea, and I would again and again direct my eyes at the fitful
flashing over the side with a dread in me of witnessing the outline of a
shark.
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