There is no ending to it--just death mocking us in every wave.

Oh, Matthew, can this be all?
Only this little moment, and then--the end ?" He held her hands tightly, his heart throbbing, but his courage and hope high.
"No, dear," he whispered eagerly.

"Don't think that for a moment.

We have passed through too much to dream of such an ending now.

There will be ships--there must be.