The Welcome back to one thousand one classic short stories and tales. This is your

host John Hagenorn and this is part two of Stephen Crane's, the open boat.

And now, our story.

The cook's head was on a thwart, and he looked without interest at the water under his

nose.

He was deep in other scenes.

Finally he spoke.

Billy?

He murmured.

Dreamfully.

What kind of pie do you like best?

Part 5.

Pie? Said the oiler and the correspondent agitatedly.

Don't talk about those things, blast you.

Well, said the cook, I was just thinking about ham sandwiches and

a night on the sea in an open boat is a long night. As darkness settled finally, the

shine of the light lifting from the sea in the south changed to full gold. On the

northern horizon a new light appeared, a small bluish gleam on the edge of the

waters. These two lights were the furniture of the world. Otherwise, it was nothing but waves.

Two men huddled in the stern, and distances were so magnificent in the dinghy that the

roar was unable to keep his feet partly warmed by thrusting them under his companions.

Their legs indeed extended far under the rowing seat until they touched the feet of the

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