Morgan Robertson,
Down to the Sea — The Closing of the Circuit
(1905)
“ The hemp rigging slackened, and, with the festooned canvas, burst into flames which crept aloft, threatening with new torture a moaning boy on the main-royal yard-arm, who alone of that ship's company, insulated on a dry wooden spar, had heard the report and felt a small part of the terrific discharge of heaven's artillery that had destroyed the ship. Not a man standing within or above that iron-ribbed hull had known what struck him. Each was dead before the sensory nerves could act. ”
