In the course of a few days our provisions were consumed.

Two men died; we had no other alternative than to live upon their remains.

These we roasted to dryness by means of fires kindled on the ballast-sand at the bottom of the boats.[44] When this supply was spent, what could we do?
We looked at each other with horrid thoughts in our minds, but we held our tongues.

I am sure that we loved one another as brothers all the time; and yet our looks told plainly what must be done.

We cast lots, and the fatal one fell on my poor cabin-boy.