It is no less unreal now that I look back upon it.
It will always be to me a monstrous, inconceivable thing, a horrible nightmare.
"Hold on, don't go yet." I stopped obediently in my walk toward the galley.
"Johansen, call all hands.

Now that we've everything cleaned up, we'll have the funeral and get the decks cleared of useless lumber." While Johansen was summoning the watch below, a couple of sailors, under the captain's direction, laid the canvas-swathed corpse upon a hatch-cover.

On either side the deck, against the rail and bottoms up, were lashed a number of small boats.

Several men picked up the hatch-cover with its ghastly freight, carried it to the lee side, and rested it on the boats, the feet pointing overboard.

To the feet was attached the sack of coal which the cook had fetched.
I had always conceived a burial at sea to be a very solemn and awe-inspiring event, but I was quickly disillusioned, by this burial at any rate.