The eastern horizon was a broad line of silver.

Nearer, the shadow of the island created bands of purest green and ultramarine.
They reached the place from which the Brazilians had thrown the rope.
They could hear the quiet plash of the water in the cleft.

Piled against a low-lying rock were the funnel and other debris of the _Andromeda_.

The black hull was plainly visible beneath the surface.
Even while they were looking at the wreck a huge fish curled his ten feet of length with stealthy grace from out some dim recess; it might be, perhaps, from out the crushed shell of the chart-room.
Hozier glanced at his companion.

He half expected her to shrink back appalled at this sinister sight; it was her destiny to surprise him not once but many times during that amazing period.
"Is that a shark ?" she asked quietly.
"Yes.