Something I said however, gave him knowledge that I was a seaman, and he paused a moment more civilly before resuming his watch, even pointing out what resembled the gleam of a distant sail far away on our starboard quarter.

This was such a dim speck against the darkening horizon that I stood up to see better, shadowing my eyes, and forgetful of all else in aroused interest.

Undoubtedly it was a sail, although appearing no larger than a gull's wing, and my imagination took me in spirit across the leagues of water.

I was still standing there absorbed, unaware even that the mate had departed, when a voice, soft-spoken and feminine, broke the silence.
"May I speak with you ?" I turned instantly, so thoroughly surprised, my voice faltered as I gazed into the upturned face of the questioner.

She stood directly beside me, with only the rope barrier stretched between us, her head uncovered, the contour of her face softened by the twilight.