Hikueru was fifteen miles away.She could not see Hikueru, but she knew that it lay to the south.The days went by, and she lived on the cocoanuts that had kept her afloat.They supplied her with drinking water and with food.But she did not drink all she wanted, nor eat all she wanted.Rescue was problematical.She saw the smoke of the rescue steamers on the horizon, but what steamer could be expected to come to lonely, uninhabited Takokota?
From the first she was tormented by corpses.The sea persisted in flinging them upon her bit of sand, and she persisted, until her strength failed, in thrusting them back into the sea where the sharks tore at them and devoured them.When her strength failed, the bodies festooned herbeach with ghastly horror, and she withdrew from them as far as she could, which was not far.
By the tenth day her last cocoanut was gone, and she was shrivelling from thirst.She dragged herself along the sand, looking for cocoanuts.It was strange that so many bodies floated up, and no nuts.Surely, there were more cocoanuts afloat than dead men! She gave up at last, and lay exhausted.The end had come.Nothing remained but to wait for death.
Coming out of a stupor, she became slowly aware that she was gazing at a patch of sandy-red hair on the head of a corpse.The sea flung the body toward her, then drew it back.It turned over, and she saw that it had no face.Yet there was something familiar about that patch of sandy-red hair.An hour passed.She did not exert herself to make the identification.She was waiting to die, and it mattered little to her what man that thing of horror once might have been.
But at the end of the hour she sat up slowly and stared at the corpse.An unusually large wave had thrown it beyond the reach of the lesser waves.Yes, she was right; that patch of red hair could belong to but one man in the Paumotus.It was Levy, the German Jew, the man who had bought the pearl and carried it away on the Hira.Well, one thing was evident: The Hira had been lost.The pearl buyer's god of fishermen and thieves had gone back on him.
She crawled down to the dead man.His shirt had been torn away, and she could see the leather money belt about his waist.She held her breath and tugged at the buckles.They gave easier than she had expected, and she crawled hurriedly away across the sand, dragging the belt after her.Pocket after pocket she unbuckled in the belt and found empty.Where could he have put it? In the last pocket of all she found it, the first and only pearl he had bought on the voyage.She crawled a few feet farther, to escape the pestilence of the belt, and examined the pearl.It was the one Mapuhi had found and been robbed of by Toriki.She weighed it in her hand and rolled it back and forth caressingly.But in it she saw no intrinsic beauty.What she did see was the house Mapuhi and Tefara and she had builded so carefully in their minds.Each time she looked at the pearl she saw the house in all its details, including the octagon-drop-clock on the wall.
That was something to live for.
She tore a strip from her ahu and tied the pearl securely about her neck.Then she went on along the beach, panting and groaning, but resolutely seeking for cocoanuts.Quickly she found one, and, as she glanced around, a second.She broke one, drinking its water, which was mildewy, and eating the last particle of the meat.A little later she found a shattered dugout.Its outrigger was gone, but she was hopeful, and, before the day was out, she found the outrigger.Every find was an augury.The pearl was a talisman.Late in the afternoon she saw a wooden box floating low in the water.When she dragged it out on the beach its contents rattled, and inside she found ten tins of salmon.She opened one by hammering it on the canoe.When a leak was started, she drained the tin.After that she spent several hours in extracting the salmon, hammering and squeezing it out a morsel at a time.
Eight days longer she waited for rescue.In the meantime she fastened the outrigger back on the canoe, using for lashings all the cocoanut fibre she could find, and also what remained of her ahu.The canoe was badly cracked, and she could not make it water-tight; but a calabash made from a cocoanut she stored on board for a bailer.She was hard put for a paddle.With a piece of tin she sawed off all her hair close to the scalp.Out of the hair she braided a cord; and by means of the cord she lashed a three-foot piece of broom handle to a board from the salmon case.
She gnawed wedges with her teeth and with them wedged the lashing.
On the eighteenth day, at midnight, she launched the canoe through the surf and started back for Hikueru.She was an old woman.Hardship had stripped her fat from her till scarcely more than bones and skin and a few stringy muscles remained.The canoe was large and should have been paddled by three strong men.
But she did it alone, with a make-shift paddle.Also, the canoe leaked badly, and one-third of her time was devoted to bailing.By clear daylight she looked vainly for Hikueru.Astern, Takokota had sunk beneath the sea rim.The sun blazed down on her nakedness, compelling her body to surrender its moisture.Two tins of salmon were left, and in the course of the day she battered holes in them and drained the liquid.
She had no time to waste in extracting the meat.A current was setting to the westward, she made westing whether she made southing or not.
In the eary afternoon, standing upright in the canoe, she sighted Hikueru Its wealth of cocoanut palms was gone.Only here and there, at wide intervals, could she see the ragged remnants of trees.The sight cheered her.She was nearer than she had thought.The current was setting her to the westward.She bore up against it and paddled on.The wedges in the paddle lashing worked loose, and she lost much time, at frequent intervals, in driving them tight.Then there was the bailing.One hour in three she had to cease paddling in order to bail.And all the time she driftd to the westward.
