He realized, too, that the crew was very large for a vessel of its size, and he believed that he understood the reason.
As for himself, he felt a vast loneliness.

It was incredible, but he was there on the schooner far from all he had known.

The forest, in which he had lived and the war that had concerned the whole world had sunk out of sight beyond the horizon.

And on the schooner he had made no acquaintance save the slaver.

He knew that the mate was called Carlos, but he had not yet spoken to him.