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We buried Williams at midday. Poor beggar! It had been so sudden. All day the men were awed and gloomy, and there was a lot of talk about there being a Jonah aboard. If they'd only known what Tammy and I, and perhaps the Second Mate, knew!
And then the next thing came -- the mist. I cannot remember now, whether it was on the day we buried Williams that we first saw it, or the day after.