During these evolutions, there began to slip past the vessel's sides the remains of the tragic event.
The two rows of heads lined up on the different decks saw life preservers floating by empty, a boat with its keel in the air, and bits of wood belonging to a raft evidently constructed in great haste and never finished.
Suddenly a howl from a thousand voices, followed by a funereal silence....

The body of a woman lying on some planks passed by.

One of her legs was thrust into a gray silk stocking, her head was hanging on the opposite side, spreading its blonde locks over the water like a bunch of gilded seaweed.
Her firm and juvenile bust was visible through the opening of a drenched nightgown which was outlining her body with unavoidable immodesty.

She had been surprised by the shipwreck at the very moment that she had been trying to dress; perhaps terror had made her throw herself into the sea.

Death had twisted her face with a horrible contraction, exposing the teeth.