Well, it was not entirely his fault.

She had fairly catapulted herself upon him, and he had been decent under the circumstances, he thought.
He put out his light and stood with his face at the open port-hole.

Only the soft throbbing of the vessel as she made her way slowly through the last of the Narrows into Frederick Sound came to his ears.

The ship, at last, was asleep.

The moon was straight overhead, no longer silhouetting the mountains, and beyond its misty rim of light the world was dark.