A silence of the sea, of the sky, merged into one indefinite immensity still as death around these saved, palpitating lives.
"You might have heard a pin drop in the boat," he said with a queer contraction of his lips, like a man trying to master his sensibilities while relating some extremely moving fact.

A silence! God alone, who had willed him as he was, knows what he made of it in his heart.

"I didn't think any spot on earth could be so still," he said.

"You couldn't distinguish the sea from the sky; there was nothing to see and nothing to hear.

Not a glimmer, not a shape, not a sound.