No! this body was not moving, but it was slowly slipping off the icy surface.
I looked at Captain Len Guy.

His face was as livid as that of the corpse that had drifted down from the far latitudes of the austral zone.

What could be done was done to recover the body of the unfortunate man, and who can tell whether a faint breath of life did not animate it even then?
In any case his pockets might perhaps contain some document that would enable his identity to be established.

Then, accompanied by a last prayer, those human remains should be committed to the depths of the ocean, the cemetery of sailors who die at sea.
A boat Was let down.

I followed it with my eyes as it neared the side of the ice fragment eaten by the waves.
Hurliguerly set foot upon a spot which still offered some resistance.