Arthur Conan Doyle,
The Striped Chest
“ For ten days we had been sailing over a solitary sea."She's derelict, I'm thinking," said the second mate.I had come to the same conclusion, for I could see no signs of life upon her deck, and there was no answer to the friendly wavings from our seamen. The crew had probably deserted her under the impression that she was about to founder."She can't last long," continued Allardyce, in his measured way. "She may put her nose down and her tail up any minute. The water's lipping up to the edge of her rail." ”
