The deck, the bulwarks, the masts, and even Donovan, standing beside me, looked as if baptized in blood.

It was as light as, even lighter than, when we had gone below.

The cliffs on the island, drear and black by daylight, showed like mountains of red beef through the crimson fog.
"It was my watch," said Donovan.

"I was all alone here.

Thought I would just speak to you.