Dik and Charlie together with other workers have got on a train, which took away them far on the West. Soon the new group
of the enlisted has joined them. And after some more days, having finished heavy loading works in port of San Francisco,
friends lay on plank beds in hold of a huge ocean steamship.
Then... Warm, musty water, firm as a ship's biscuit stone, the closeness heated by the sun an iron deck.
So was to Honolulu. Right after Honolulu has begun a storm.
Very much having seized hand-rail, Charlie and Dik with pleasure swallowed of cold air sated with a salty moisture. Half-
dressed Charlie soon was cold, a back and its hands have turned blue and have become covered by pimples, but he and
did not think to come back in hold. With admiration and horror he looked at infinite ridges of grey-green waves, with a roar
sliding towards to a vessel. Slow lifting upwards, second of a stop... The deck promptly leaves from under feet, waves
boomingly beat in a board, pour over all salty foam - and again all case of the ship slowly leans on a wave crest... And again
a short stop...
Uh you, beauty what! - Charlie enthusiastically cried out, choking with a wind.
Let's go, you will catch a cold! Now, now... Well it is fine, we will go.
And they have started wandering to the hatch. Dinner time came nearer.
Mr. Ball blissful pohrapyval on a sofa at itself in a cabin, filling air with an alcohol smell peregara. The careful steward has
imposed with its pillows, has put nearby a siphon with soda and has moved the empty enameled basin.
The place where have landed enlisted, seemed unusual. All with amazement looked back around. A similar show yet did not
see even those whom the destiny threw and not in such remote corners of light. The sad hilly sandy strip bent like a fragment
of a huge sickle, it is low rose over white from foam an ocean surface. Along coast heaps of smooth and porous grey blocks
were piled up, here and there, directly from sand, the charred stubs of palm trees stuck out. On the distant end of island long
low structures were seen some.
Here have really arrived, - podavlenno Charlie has spoken.
Dead place, - Dik has nodded, looking back.
And if again a storm? - A suffering voice someone has asked. - after all us smoet.
Some tried to joke, but them have not supported. There was something ominous in this strange sandy hillock in the middle of
ocean. People pressed close to each other and to coast, at which else there were boats.