Theodore Goodridge Roberts,
Crab Reef — Chapter 6
(1923)
“ Griffon looked out at the low black reef and the black boat beyond. The boat was close in against the tide washed coral. A man leaped from its bows to the reef, and the boat backed off. There looked to be something queer about the reef—or was it the starshine? It seemed to quiver from end to end, as if alive—to squirm, without shifting its position—to wrinkle its rough back in thousands of changing knobs and ridges. ”
