What I felt may well be imagined, but I forbear to describe it, seeing that, bad as was my case, there were worse ones before me of which I shall have to tell in their season.
At length the night wore away, and the dawn broke upon the desolate sea.
Presently the sun came up, for which at first we were thankful, for we were chilled to the bone, but soon its heat grew intolerable, since we had neither food nor water in the boat, and already we were parched with thirst.

But now the wind had fallen to a steady breeze, and with the help of the oars and a blanket, we contrived to fashion a sail that drew us through the water at a good speed.

But the ocean was vast, and we did not know whither we were sailing, and every hour the agony of thirst pressed us more closely.

Towards mid-day a child died suddenly and was thrown into the sea, and some three hours later the mother filled a bailing bowl and drank deep of the bitter water.

For a while it seemed to assuage her thirst, then suddenly a madness took her, and springing up she cast herself overboard and sank.