In the same dull way the horrors of the previous day came back on me, and I wondered heavily if my dead comrades had not the better lot.
But the bright sun warmed the upper part of me, and I essayed to drag my dead legs out of the water, if perchance they might be warmed back to life also.

They came back in time, with horrible pricking pains and cramps which I could only suffer, lest I should roll off into the water.

And if I had, I am not at all sure that I would have struggled further, so weary and broken had the night left me.
All that day I lay on my spar, warmed into meagre life by the sun, and tortured at first with the angry clamour of an empty stomach, for it was full twenty hours since I had eaten, and the wear and tear alone would have needed very full supplies to make good.

But in time the bitter hunger gave place to a sick emptiness which I essayed to stay by chewing bits of floating seaweed.

And this, and the drying of my body by the sun, brought on a furious thirst, to which the sparkling water that broke against my spar proved a most horrible temptation.