This comparative comfort gave me a new and strange kind of despair.  I began to fear that I might become contented to live out my life alone in the midst of this lonely ocean.  In that case, what sort of a man should I become?

It was about 8.30 by the captain’s chronometer, when I came on deck on the morning of the 25th of May.  I had become a late riser, for what was the good of rising early when there was nothing to rise for?  I had scarcely raised my eyes above the rail of the ship when, to my utter amazement, I perceived a vessel not a mile away.  The sight was so unexpected, and the surprise was so great, that my heart almost stopped beating as I stood and gazed at her.

She was a medium-sized iron steamer, and lay upon the sea in a peculiar fashion, her head being much lower than her stern, the latter elevated so much that I could see part of the blades of her motionless propeller.  She presented the appearance of a ship which was just about to plunge, bow foremost, into the depths of the ocean, or which had just risen, stern foremost, from those depths.

With the exception of her position, and the fact that no smoke-stack was visible, she seemed, to my eyes, to be in good enough trim.  She had probably been in collision with something, and her forward compartments had filled.  Deserted by her crew, she had become a derelict, and, drifting about in her desolation, had fallen in with another derelict as desolate as herself.  The fact that I was on board the Sparhawk did not, in my eyes, make that vessel any the less forsaken and forlorn.

The coming of this steamer gave me no comfort.  Two derelicts, in their saddening effects upon the spirits, would be twice as bad as one, and, more than that, there was danger, should a storm arise, that they would dash into each other and both go to the bottom.  Despairing as I had become, I did not want to go to the bottom.

As I gazed upon the steamer I could see that she was gradually approaching me.  There was a little breeze this morning, and so much of her hull stood out of the water that it caught a good deal of the wind.  The Sparhawk, on the contrary, was but little affected by the breeze, for apart from the fact that the great sail kept her head always to the wind, she was heavily laden with sugar and molasses and sat deep in the water.  The other was not coming directly toward me, but would probably pass at a considerable distance.  I did not at all desire that she should come near the Sparhawk.

Suddenly my heart gave a jump.  I could distinctly see on the stern of the steamer the flutter of something white.  It was waved!  Somebody must be waving it!

Hitherto I had not thought of the spyglass, for with my naked eyes I could see all that I cared to see of the vessel, but now I dashed below to get it.  When I brought it to bear upon the steamer I saw plainly that the white object was waved by some one, and that some one was a woman.  I could see above the rail the upper part of her body, her uncovered head, her uplifted arm wildly waving.