Nothing but the same endless ocean on the port side of the ship.

Water! Sick and wounded drew themselves up to the portholes and peered out from their cells for the first time.
"Where ?...

Where ?" ran the wild, eager cry of the scurrying throng, and there was disappointment--bitter disappointment in their voices.

They had been tricked.

There was no land in sight! The glasses of the ship's officers, clustered far forward, were directed toward some point off the starboard bow, but if there was land over there it was not visible to the naked eye.