If all are destined to die in that open boat, he will certainly be the last.

He with the hollow eyes looks as if he would be the first.
Down upon this wretched group, a picture of misery itself, shines the hot sun of the tropics; around it, far as eye could reach, extends the calm sea, glassed, and glancing back his lays, as though they were reflected from a sheet of liquid fire; beneath them gleams a second firmament through the pellucid water, a sky peopled with strange forms that are not birds: more like are they to dragons; for among them can be seen the horrid form of the devil-fish, and the still more hideous figure of the hammer-headed shark.

And alone is that boat above them, seemingly suspended in the air, and only separated from these dreadful monsters by a few feet of clear water, through which they can dart with the speed of electricity.

Alone, with no land in sight, no ship or sail, no other boat--nothing that can give them a hope.
All bright above, around, and beneath; but within their hearts only darkness and the dread of death!.