FullReads

“So, while I searched for the ax, and the professor searched into the depths under the main hatch for signs of his menagerie–all drowned, surely–the remnant of the crew lowered the foresail and jibs, stowing them as best they could.

“I found the ax, and found it just in time; for I was attacked by what could have been nothing but a small-sized sea serpent, that had been hove up to the surface and washed aboard us. It was only about six feet long, but it had a mouth like a bulldog, and a row of spikes along its back that could have sawed a man’s leg off.

“I managed to kill it before it harmed me, and chucked it overboard against the protests of the professor, who averred that I took no interest in science.

“‘No, I don’t,’ I said to him. ‘I’ve other things to think of. And you, too. You’d better go below and clean up your instruments, or you’ll find them ruined by salt water.’

“He looked sorrowfully and reproachfully at me, and started to wade aft; but he halted at the forward companion, and turned, for a scream of agony rang out from the forecastle deck, where the men were coming in from the jibs, and I saw one of them writhing on his back, apparently in a fit, while the others stood wonderingly around.

“The forecastle deck was just out of water, and there was no wash; but in spite of this, the wriggling, screaming man slid head-first along the break and plunged into the water on the main deck.

“I scrambled forward, still carrying the ax, and the men tumbled down into the water after the man; but we could not get near him. We could see him under water, feebly moving, but not swimming; and yet he shot this way and that faster than a man ever swam; and once, as he passed near me, I noticed a gaping wound in his neck, from which the blood was flowing in a stream–a stream like a current, which did not mix with the water and discolor it.

“Soon his movements ceased, and I waded toward him; but he shot swiftly away from me, and I did not follow, for something cold, slimy, and firm touched my hand–something in the water, but which I could not see.

“I floundered back, still holding the ax, and sang out to the men to keep away from the dead man; for he was surely dead by now. He lay close to the break of the topgallant forecastle, on the starboard side; and as the men mustered around me I gave one my ax, told the rest to secure others, and to chop away the useless wreck pounding our port side–useless because it was past all seamanship to patch up that basketlike hull, pump it out, and raise jury rigging.

“While they were doing it, I secured a long pike pole from its beckets, and, joined by the professor, cautiously approached the body prodding ahead of me.

“As I neared the dead man, the pike pole was suddenly torn from my grasp, one end sank to the deck, while the other raised above the water; then it slid upward, fell, and floated close to me. I seized it again and turned to the professor.

“‘What do you make of this, Herr Smidt?’ I asked. ‘There is something down there that we cannot see–something that killed that man. See the blood?’

“He peered closely at the dead man, who looked curiously distorted and shrunken, four feet under water. But the blood no longer was a thin stream issuing from his neck; it was gathered into a misshapen mass about two feet away from his neck.

“‘Nonsense,’ he answered. ‘Something alive which we cannot see is contrary to all laws of physics. Der man must have fallen und hurt himself, which accounts for der bleeding. Den he drowned in der water. Do you see?–mine Gott! What iss?’