The red and green lights rolled with the ship, and projected their long colored rays onto the troubled waters.
I met Ephrinell, Miss Horatia Bluett having retired to her cabin; he was going down into the saloon to find a comfortable corner on one of the couches.

I wished him good night, and he left me after gratifying me with a similar wish.
As for me, I will wrap myself in my rug and lie down in a corner of the deck, and sleep like a sailor during his watch below.
It is only eight o'clock.

I light my cigar, and with my legs wide apart, to assure my stability as the ship rolled, I begin to walk up and down the deck.

The deck is already abandoned by the first-class passengers, and I am almost alone.

On the bridge is the mate, pacing backward and forward, and watching the course he has given to the man at the wheel, who is close to him.