Somewhere below in the dark lay a dead man, his sightless eyes staring upward.

The curse of crime was upon the vessel, and this, possibly, was only the beginning, whose end could not be foreseen.

And for what was I there?
The answer was not upon my lips, but in my heart--Dorothy Fairfax.

I bowed my head on the rail, and stared out over the dark water, but I saw only her face.

No, I would not turn back; would not fail her.