The Sea Wolf

I glanced up. The captain had thrust his head and shoulders out of the
pilot-house, and was staring intently into the fog as though by sheer force of
will he could penetrate it. His face was anxious, as was the face of my
companion, who had stumped over to the rail and was gazing with a like
intentness in the direction of the invisible danger. Les mer
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I glanced up. The captain had thrust his head and shoulders out of the
pilot-house, and was staring intently into the fog as though by sheer force of
will he could penetrate it. His face was anxious, as was the face of my
companion, who had stumped over to the rail and was gazing with a like
intentness in the direction of the invisible danger. Then everything happened,
and with inconceivable rapidity. The fog seemed to break away as though split
by a wedge, and the bow of a steamboat emerged, trailing fog-wreaths on either
side like seaweed on the snout of Leviathan. I could see the pilot-house and a
white-bearded man leaning partly out of it, on his elbows. He was clad in a
blue uniform, and I remember noting how trim and quiet he was. His quietness,
under the circumstances, was terrible. He accepted Destiny, marched hand in
hand with it, and coolly measured the stroke. As he leaned there, he ran a calm
and speculative eye over us, as though to determine the precise point of the
collision, and took no notice whatever when our pilot, white with rage,
shouted, "Now you've done it!"

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