It was in one of the most open and least frequented parts of the broad Pacific that the packet of which I was supercargo fell a victim to the German sea-raider. The story is set in the early days of the war: At story’s end, he kills himself after seeing (or hallucinating, depending on your reading) that one of the horrible creatures he saw has followed him back to civilization. He eventually makes his way back to San Francisco to become a morphine addict to forget what he has seen. Its World War One content is pretty minimal and mostly is there to set up the story of a man, adrift in the Pacific, coming across the survival of a horrible alien race on a newly upraised island. The publication date of this story is 1923, but it was actually written in the summer of 1917.
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