But, lying on its side, it had filled, and it was heeling over to port.

This skeleton of what it had once been was a sad spectacle as it lay lost under the waves, but sadder still was the sight of the bridge, where some corpses, bound with ropes, were still lying.

I counted five--four men, one of whom was standing at the helm, and a woman standing by the poop, holding an infant in her arms.

She was quite young.

I could distinguish her features, which the water had not decomposed, by the brilliant light from the Nautilus.