Morning dawned at last; the sea was green once more, the sky blue, and beautiful with the young, fresh light.  He was lying on an old raft of black, water-logged spars and planks lashed together with chains and rotting ropes.  But alas! there was no shore in sight, for all night long he had been drifting, drifting further and further away from land.

A strange habitation for Martin, the child of the plain, was that old raft!  It had been made by shipwrecked mariners, long, long ago, and had floated about the sea until it had become of the sea, like a half-submerged floating island; brown and many-coloured seaweeds had attached themselves to it; strange creatures, half plant and half animal, grew on it; and little shell-fish and numberless slimy, creeping things of the sea made it their dwelling-place.  It was about as big as the floor of a large room, all rough, black, and slippery, with the seaweed floating like ragged hair many yards long around it, and right in the middle of the raft there was a large hole where the wood had rotted away.  Now, it was very curious that when Martin looked over the side of the raft he could see down into the clear, green water a few fathoms only; but when he crept to the edge of the hole and looked into the water there, he was able to see ten times further down.  Looking in this hole, he saw far down a strange, fish-shaped creature, striped like a zebra, with long spines on its back, moving about to and fro.  It disappeared, and then, very much further down, something moved, first like a shadow, then like a great, dark form; and as it came up higher it took the shape of a man, but dim and vast like a man-shaped cloud or shadow that floated in the green translucent water.  The shoulders and head appeared; then it changed its position and the face was towards him with the vast eyes, that had a dim, greyish light in them, gazing up into his.  Martin trembled as he gazed, not exactly with fear, but with excitement, because he recognized in this huge water-monster under him that Old Man of the Sea who had appeared and talked to him in his dream when he fell asleep among the rocks.  Could it be, although he was asleep at the time, that the Old Man really had appeared before him, and that his eyes had been open just enough to see him?

By-and-by the cloud-like face disappeared, and did not return though he watched for it a long time.  Then sitting on the black, rotten wood and brown seaweed he gazed over the ocean, a vast green, sunlit expanse with no shore and no living thing upon it.  But after a while he began to think that there was some living thing in it, which was always near him though he could not see what it was.  From time to time the surface of the sea was broken just as if some huge fish had risen to the surface and then sunk again without showing itself.  It was something very big, judging from the commotion it made in the water; and at last he did see it or a part of it—­a vast brown object which looked like a gigantic man’s shoulder, but it might have been the back of a whale.  It was no sooner seen than gone, but in a very short time after its appearance cries as of birds were heard at a great distance.  The cries came from various directions, growing louder and louder, and before long Martin saw many birds flying towards him.