As I issued on deck I saw a man standing by the forecastle, whose back seemed familiar to me.
Presently he turned, and I saw him to be Simon Colliver.

He has most strangely altered his appearance, being dressed now as a common sailor, and wearing rings in his ears as the custom is.

Catching sight of me, he came forward with a pleasant smile and explained himself.
"'It is no manner of use, Trenoweth; we're fated to meet.

You did not expect to see me here in this get-up; but I learnt last night you were on board.

You look as though you had seen a ghost! Don't stare so, man--I should say 'sir' now, I suppose--it's only another of fortune's rubs.