i was pretty much mooning mad for a while, i suppose: sometimes walking about the cabin and thrusting with my feet contemptuously at the gold ingots strewn over the floor of it, and sometimes standing still in a sort of rapt wonder over my heap of jewels—and anything like sensible thinking was quite beyond the power of my unbalanced mind. but at last i was aroused, and so brought to myself a little, by the daylight waning suddenly: as it did in that region when the sun dropped down into the thick layer of mist lying close upon the water—making at first a strange purplish dusk, and then a rich crimson after-glow that deepened into purple again, and so turning slowly into blackness as night came on.

when i had come aboard the galleon, about noon-time, and had found her so sodden with wet and so reeking with foul odors—as, indeed, were all of the very ancient ships which made the mid-part of that sea graveyard—i had made my mind up to a forced march in the afternoon that i hoped would carry me through the worst of all that rottenness, and so to a ship partly dry and less ill-smelling for the night. but when i came out from the cabin and looked about me, and saw how thick and black were the shadows in the clefts between the wrecks, i knew that i could not venture onward, but must pass the night where i was. and this was a prospect not at all to my mind.

the cabin, of course, was the only place for me, the soaked deck with the soaked moss on top of it being quite out of the question; but even the cabin was not fit for a dog to lie in, so chill and damp was it and so foul with the stench rising and spreading from the slime of rotted leather that i had emptied from the coffer and that made a little vile pool upon the floor. and through the open hatch there came up a dismal heavy odor of all the rotten stuff down there that almost turned my stomach, and that made the air laden with it hard to breathe—though in my hot excitement i had not noticed it at all. but this last i got the better of in part by covering again the opening, though i had to move the hatch very gently and carefully to keep it from falling into rotten fragments in my hands. yet because it was so dense with moisture, when i did get it set in place, it pretty well kept the stench down. and then i kicked away some of the ingots into a corner, and so cleared a space on the floor where i could stretch myself just within the cabin door.

these matters being attended to, i seated myself in the same place where i had eaten my dinner—just outside the door, under the little sort of porch overhanging it—and ate the short ration that i allowed myself for my supper, and found it very much less than my lively hunger required. when i had finished i sat on there for a good while longer, being very loath to go into the cabin; but at last, by finding myself nodding with weary drowsiness, i knew that sleep would come quickly, and so went inside and laid myself down upon the floor. there still was a faint glimmer of dying daylight outside, and this little glow somehow comforted me as i lay there facing the doorway and blinking now and then before my eyes were tight closed; but i did not lie long that way half-waking, being so utterly fagged in both mind and body that i dropped off into deep slumber before the darkness fell.

i suppose that even in my sleep i had an uneasy sense of my bleak surroundings; and that this, in the course of three or four hours—by which time i was a good deal rested and so slept less soundly—got the better of my weariness and roused me awake again. but when i first woke i was sure that i had slept the night through and that early morning was come—for there was so much light in the cabin that i never thought to account for it save by the return of day. yet the light was not like daylight, as i realized when i had a little more shaken off my sleepiness, being curiously white and soft.

i turned over—for i had rolled in my uneasy sleep and got my back toward the doorway—and raised myself a little on my elbow so that i might see out clearly; and what i saw was so unearthly strange, and in a way so awe-compelling, that in another moment i was on my feet and staring with all my eyes. over the whole deck of the galleon a soft lambent light was playing, and this went along her bulwarks and up over her high fore-castle so that all the lines of her structure were defined sharply by it; and pale through the mist against the blackness, out over her low waist, i could catch glimpses of the other tall old ships lying near her all likewise shining everywhere with the same soft flames—which yet were not flames exactly, but rather a flickering glow.

in a moment or so i realized that this luminous wonder, which at the first look had so strong a touch of the supernatural in it, was no more than the manifestation of a natural phenomenon: being the shimmer of phosphorescent light upon the soaking rotten woodwork of the galleon and of the ships about her, as rotten and as old. but making this explanation to myself did not lessen the frightening strangeness of the spectacle, nor do much to stop the cold creeps which ran over me as i looked at it: i being there solitary in that marvellous brightness—that i knew was in a way a death-glow—the one thing alive.

but presently my unreasoning shivering dread began to yield a little, as my curiosity bred in me an eager desire to see the whole of this wondrous soft splendor; for i made sure from my glimpses over the galleon's bulwarks that it was about me on every side. and so i stepped out from the cabin upon the deck, where my feet sank into the short mossy growth that coated the rotten planks and i was fairly walking in what seemed like a lake of wavering pale flame; and from there, that i might see the better, i climbed cautiously up the rotten stair leading to the roof of the cabin, and thence to the little over-topping gallery where the stern-lantern was. and from that height i could gaze about me as far as ever the mist would let me see.

everywhere within the circle that my eyes covered—which was not a very big one, for in the night the mist was thick and low-lying—the old wrecks wedged together there were lighted with the same lambent flames: which came and went over their dead carcasses as though they all suddenly were lighted and then as suddenly were put out again; and farther away the glow of them in the mist was like a silvery shimmering haze. by this ebbing and flowing light—which seemed to me, for all that i knew the natural cause of it, so outside of nature that i thrilled with a creeping fear as i looked at it—i could see clearly the shapes of the strange ancient ships around me: their great poops and fore-castles rising high above their shallow waists, and here and there among them the remnant of a mast making a line of light rising higher still—like a huge corpse-candle shining against the blackness beyond. and the ruin of them—the breaks in their lines, and the black gaps where bits of their frames had rotted away completely—gave to them all a ghastly death-like look; while their wild tangling together made strange ragged lines of brightness wavering under the veil of mist, as though a desolate sea-city were lying there dead before me lit up with lanterns of despair.

yet that which most keenly thrilled me with a cold dread was my strong conviction that i could see living men moving hither and thither over those pale-lit decks, where my reason told me that only ancient death could be; for the play of the flickering light made such a commotion of fleeting flames and dancing shadows, going and coming in all manner of fantastic shapes, that every shattered hulk around me seemed to have her old crew alive and on board of her again—all hurrying in bustling crowds fore and aft, and up and down the heights of her, as though under orderly command. and at times these shapes were so real and so distinct to me that i was for crying out to them—and would check myself suddenly, shivering with a fright which i knew was out of all reason but which for the life of me i could not keep down.

and so the night wore away: while i stood there on the galleon's poop with the soft pale flames flickering around me in the mist, and my fears rising and falling as i lost and regained control of myself; and i think that it is a wonder that i did not go mad.