Think of those who have died through her deviltry!...
Remember what Toni said!" A letter from his former mate, received in the same mail with the one from Freya's defender, spoke of the abominations that submarine aggression was committing in the Mediterranean.
News of some of the crimes was beginning to be received from shipwrecked sailors who had succeeded in reaching the coast after long hours of struggle, or when picked up by other boats.

The most of the victims, however, would remain forever unknown in the mystery of the waves.

Torpedoed boats had gone to the bottom with their crews and passengers, "without leaving any trace," and only months afterwards a part of the tragedy had become evident when the surge flung up on the coast numberless bodies impossible of identification, without even a recognizable human face.
Almost every week Toni contemplated some of these funereal gifts of the sea.

At daybreak the fishermen used to find corpses tossed on the beach where the water swept the sand, resting there a few moments on the moist ground, only to be snatched back again by another and stronger wave.

Finally their backs had become imbedded on land, holding them motionless--while, from their clothing and their flesh, swarms of little fishes came forth fleeing back to the sea in search of new pastures.