4 August.—Still fog, which the sunrise cannot pierce, I know
there is sunrise because I am a sailor, why else I know not. I
dared not go below, I dared not leave the helm, so here all night I
stayed, and in the dimness of the night I saw it, Him! God, forgive
me, but the mate was right to jump overboard. It was better to die
like a man. To die like a sailor in blue water, no man can object.
But I am captain, and I must not leave my ship. But I shall baffle
this fiend or monster, for I shall tie my hands to the wheel when
my strength begins to fail, and along with them I shall tie that
which He, It, dare not touch. And then, come good wind or foul, I
shall save my soul, and my honour as a captain. I am growing
weaker, and the night is coming on. If He can look me in the face
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