The Calypus Winship

It was an odd sort of relationship for two men thrown into close contact on a small trading schooner in the loneliest ocean in the world, as Nordhoff put it. We were no more companionable in the ordinary sense than a pair of hermit crabs. But the need for talking drops away from men under such circumstances and neither of us found the long silences embarrassing. The spell of the islands was upon us both. I can understand Criton speaking of their appeal to the imagination, while we were in the midst of them, for our presence there seemed an illusion. A dream more radiant than any reality could be. In fact, my only hold upon reality during that voyage