Then I looked around me , and as the ship was now , in a sense , my own , I began to think of clearing it from its last passenger -- the dead man , O'Brien . He had pitched , as I have said , against the bulwarks , where he lay like some horrible , ungainly sort of puppet , life-size , indeed , but how different from life 's colour or life 's comeliness ! In that position I could easily have my way with him , and as the habit of tragical adventures had worn off almost all my terror for the dead , I took him by the waist as if he had been a sack of bran and with one good heave , tumbled him overboard . He went in with a sounding plunge ; the red cap came off and remained floating on the surface ; and as soon as the splash subsided , I could see him and Israel lying side by side , both wavering with the tremulous movement of the water . O'Brien , though still quite a young man , was very bald . There he lay , with that bald head across the knees of the man who had killed him and the quick fishes steering to and fro over both . I was now alone upon the ship ; the tide had just turned . The sun was within so few degrees of setting that already the shadow of the pines upon the western shore began to reach right across the anchorage and fall in patterns on the deck . The evening breeze had sprung up , and though it was well warded off by the hill with the two peaks upon the east , the cordage had begun to sing a little softly to itself and the idle sails to rattle to and fro . I began to see a danger to the ship . The jibs I speedily doused and brought tumbling to the deck , but the main-sail was a harder matter . Of course , when the schooner canted over , the boom had swung out-board , and the cap of it and a foot or two of sail hung even under water . I thought this made it still more dangerous ; yet the strain was so heavy that I half feared to meddle . At last I got my knife and cut the halyards . The peak dropped instantly , a great belly of loose canvas floated broad upon the water , and since , pull as I liked , I could not budge the downhall , that was the extent of what I could accomplish . For the rest , the HISPANIOLA must trust to luck , like myself . By this time the whole anchorage had fallen into shadow -- the last rays , I remember , falling through a glade of the wood and shining bright as jewels on the flowery mantle of the wreck . It began to be chill ; the tide was rapidly fleeting seaward , the schooner settling more and more on her beam-ends . I scrambled forward and looked over . It seemed shallow enough , and holding the cut hawser in both hands for a last security , I let myself drop softly overboard .
The water scarcely reached my waist ; the sand was firm and covered with ripple marks , and I waded ashore in great spirits , leaving the XXXXX on her side , with her main-sail trailing wide upon the surface of the bay .
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