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The Riven Night

by William Hope Hodgson

 Captain Ronaldson had lost his wife. This much we knew, and when the stern-visaged man came aboard to take command, it was I, the eldest apprentice, who stood at the gangway and passed his "things" aboard. One quick glance I have in his face as he passed me, and the world of sorrow that lurked in those sombre eyes touched me with a feeling of intense pity; though I knew little, save that he had lost his wife after a brief space of married life. Afterwards I learnt something of their story. How he had fought and saved to make sufficient to marry the woman he loved. How for her sake he had lived straightly and honourably, working at his profession until at last he had obtained a Master's certificate. Then they had married, and for six brief weeks' joy had been theirs; and now--this!
 During our outward voyage the Captain was grimly silent. He acted like one who had lost all interest in life. As a result, the two Mates after a few attempts to draw him into conversation left him pretty much to himself, which indeed was what he apparently desired.
 We reached Melbourne after an uneventful voyage and, having discharged and reloaded, commenced the homeward passage: the strangest and weirdest, surely, that ever man took. Even now, I scarce know what was real and what not. Sometimes I'm almost persuaded that the whole dread incident was a fearsome dream, were it not that the things which happened (things I cannot explain away) have left all too real and lasting traces.
 We had a tedious passage with continual headwinds, heavy gales, and long calms, and it was during one of these that the strange thing I have to tell of befell.
 We had been out a hundred and forty-three days. The heat had been stifling, and thankful I was when night came, bringing its shade from the oppression.
 It was my "timekeeping," and I walked the lee side of the poop sleepily.
 Suddenly the Second Mate called me up to wind'ard. "Just have a squint over there, Hodgson; I seemed to see something just now, "and he pointed out into the gloom about four points on the port bow.
 I looked steadily for some minutes but could see nothing. Then there grew out of the darkness a faint, nebulous light of a distinctly violet hue. "There's something over there, Sir," I said. "It looks like one of those corpse-candles."



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"The Riven Night"
Written by William Hope Hodgson
Transrated by shigeyuki




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