I looked up and saw four or five yards off to my right, the black side of the ship, next to sink, for the gates that had not yet reached the water, leaving a faint light, the lamp lit at dusk, and still watched, tireless guardian over the remains of the abandoned ship. It also hurt my ears a few cries that went out of the pockets, were the poor wounded had been saved and were suspended over the abyss, while sad light that allowed them to look, communicating with his eyes the anguish of their hearts.

My imagination went back inside the ship, missing an inch of water no more to break the fragile balance that he still held. How would witness those poor growth of the flood! What they say in that terrible moment! And if they saw people fleeing in boats, if they felt the snap of the oars, with much bitterness moan their troubled souls! But it is also true that the atrocious martyrdom that purified from all sin, and mercy of God filled the whole area of ​​the vessel at the time to dive forever.

The boat pulled away, I kept seeing that big blob, but I suspect it was my imagination, not my eyes, watching the Trinity in the dark of night, and thought to differentiate into the black sky a big arm coming down to the surface of the water. It was certainly the image of my thoughts reproduced by the senses.