We were now steaming far beyond the place where they were lost.
The burial was an impressive sight, as burials at sea mostly are.

The lonely waters stretching to the horizon helped to make it so.

There was a melancholy majesty in the ceremony.
The clanging bell had stopped.

Captain Ascott was in his place at the head of the rude draped bier.

In the silence one only heard the swish of water against the 'Fulvia's' side, as we sped on towards Aden.