[Dead Men Tell No Tales by E. W. Hornung]@TWC D-Link bookDead Men Tell No Tales CHAPTER III 10/12
Up and down I rode among the oily black hillocks; I was down when there was a sudden flare as though the sun had risen, and I saw still a few heads bobbing and a few arms waving frantically around me.
At the same instant a terrific detonation split the ears; and when I rose on the next bald billow, where the ship lay burning a few seconds before, there remained but a red-hot spine that hissed and dwindled for another minute, and then left a blackness through which every star shone with redoubled brilliance. And now right and left splashed falling missiles; a new source of danger or of temporary respite; to me, by a merciful Providence, it proved the latter. Some heavy thing fell with a mighty splash right in front of me.
A few more yards, and my brains had floated with the spume.
As it was, the oar was dashed from under my armpits; in another moment they had found a more solid resting-place. It was a hen-coop, and it floated bars upwards like a boat.
In this calm it might float for days.
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