I made shift to divest myself of a heavy pea-jacket that I was wearing and of the unnecessary clothing beneath it; I got rid, too, of my boots.

And after resting a bit on my back and considering matters, I decided to make a try for land--I might perhaps meet some boat coming out.

I lifted my head well up and took a glance at what I could see--and my heart sank at what I did see! The yacht was a speck in the distance by that time, and far beyond it the Cheviots and the Lammermoors were mere bits of grey outline against the gold and crimson of the sky.

One thought instantly filled and depressed me--I was further from land than I had believed.
At this distance from it I have but confused and vague recollections of that night.

Sometimes I dream of it--even now--and wake sweating with fear.