Huge medusas, exquisitely tinted, floated on the water like spread parasols.

Among the denizens of the deep, captured by the crew of the schooner with line and net, I noted more particularly a sort of giant John Dory (1) (_dorade_) three feet in length, with firm and savoury flesh.
During the night, or rather what ought to have been the night of the 19th-20th, my sleep was disturbed by a strange dream.

Yes! there could be no doubt but that it was only a dream! Nevertheless, I think it well to record it here, because it is an additional testimony to the haunting influence under which my brain was beginning to labour.
I was sleeping--at two hours after midnight--and was awakened by a plaintive and continuous murmuring sound.

I opened--or I imagined I opened my eyes.

My cabin was in profound darkness.