Clustered in blank despair on the fo’c’sle were all that remained of the once smart crew of the _Gannet_.  I remember seeing the lieutenant, the bos’n, Greville Drake, and about a score of the men, but, huddled on the lee side of the bulwarks, I remained, chilled to the bone and drenched by the drifting spray, hardly conscious of my peril or the presence of my shipmates in distress.