Ifoundmyselfstanding，whenagleamofconsciousnesscameuponme，holdingontosomething。Idon\'tknowwhat。Ithinkitwastheboatswain:oritmayhavebeenthepump:orpossiblythecow。
Ican\'tsayhowlongIhadbeenthere；whetheradayoraminute。
Irecollecttryingtothinkaboutsomethingaboutanythinginthewholewideworld，Iwasnotparticularwithoutthesmallesteffect。Icouldnotevenmakeoutwhichwasthesea，andwhichthesky，forthehorizonseemeddrunk，andwasflyingwildlyaboutinalldirections。Eveninthatincapablestate，however，I
recognisedthelazygentlemanstandingbeforeme:nauticallycladinasuitofshaggyblue，withanoilskinhat。ButIwastooimbecile，althoughIknewittobehe，toseparatehimfromhisdress；andtriedtocallhim，Iremember，PILOT。Afteranotherintervaloftotalunconsciousness，Ifoundhehadgone，andrecognisedanotherfigureinitsplace。ItseemedtowaveandfluctuatebeforemeasthoughIsawitreflectedinanunsteadylooking-glass；butIknewitforthecaptain；andsuchwasthecheerfulinfluenceofhisface，thatItriedtosmile:yes，eventhenItriedtosmile。Isawbyhisgesturesthatheaddressedme；
butitwasalongtimebeforeIcouldmakeoutthatheremonstratedagainstmystandinguptomykneesinwater-asIwas；ofcourseI