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When
he
opened
his
eyes
Dantes
found
himself
on
the
deck
of
the
tartan
.
His
first
care
was
to
see
what
course
they
were
taking
.
They
were
rapidly
leaving
the
Chateau
d'If
behind
.
Dantes
was
so
exhausted
that
the
exclamation
of
joy
he
uttered
was
mistaken
for
a
sigh
.
As
we
have
said
,
he
was
lying
on
the
deck
.
A
sailor
was
rubbing
his
limbs
with
a
woollen
cloth
;
another
,
whom
he
recognized
as
the
one
who
had
cried
out
"
Courage
!
"
held
a
gourd
full
of
rum
to
his
mouth
;
while
the
third
,
an
old
sailer
,
at
once
the
pilot
and
captain
,
looked
on
with
that
egotistical
pity
men
feel
for
a
misfortune
that
they
have
escaped
yesterday
,
and
which
may
overtake
them
tomorrow
.
A
few
drops
of
the
rum
restored
suspended
animation
,
while
the
friction
of
his
limbs
restored
their
elasticity
.
"
Who
are
you
?
"
said
the
pilot
in
bad
French
.
"
I
am
,
"
replied
Dantes
,
in
bad
Italian
,
"
a
Maltese
sailor
.
We
were
coming
from
Syracuse
laden
with
grain
.
The
storm
of
last
night
overtook
us
at
Cape
Morgion
,
and
we
were
wrecked
on
these
rocks
.
"
"
Where
do
you
come
from
?
"
"
From
these
rocks
that
I
had
the
good
luck
to
cling
to
while
our
captain
and
the
rest
of
the
crew
were
all
lost
.
I
saw
your
vessel
,
and
fearful
of
being
left
to
perish
on
the
desolate
island
,
I
swam
off
on
a
piece
of
wreckage
to
try
and
intercept
your
course
.
You
have
saved
my
life
,
and
I
thank
you
,
"
continued
Dantes
.
"
I
was
lost
when
one
of
your
sailors
caught
hold
of
my
hair
.
"
"
It
was
I
,
"
said
a
sailor
of
a
frank
and
manly
appearance
;
"
and
it
was
time
,
for
you
were
sinking
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
returned
Dantes
,
holding
out
his
hand
,
"
I
thank
you
again
.
"
