By two o'clock, P.M., we had passed the scattered islets, and bore up toward the north main again to avoid the floating ice.

At five we were running close under a single high island of perhaps an acre in extent, and rising full a hundred feet above the sea, when old Trull, who was in the bows, called sharply to the man at the wheel to put the helm a-starboard.
"What's that for ?" shouted the captain, who was standing near the binnacle.
"Come and take a look at this, sur," replied the old man.
Kit and I were just coming up the companion-stairs, and ran forward with the captain.

A long, leather-colored _fish_, as we thought at first, was floating just under the starboard bow.
"Thought it was a low ledge," said the old man.

"I see 'twan't a moment after.

I take that to be a sea-sarpent, sur." As the object was certainly twenty feet long, and not more than a foot and a half in diameter, Trull's supposition had the benefit of outside resemblance.