Spoiler : "I'm an old sailor. I cross the Atlantic pretty often. I have my favourite ships, you see, and I have a habit of waiting for certain vessels I favour. It may be prejudice, but I was only cheated out of a good passage once in my life. I remember it very well. It was one June, and the Kamtschatka was a ship I always loved to travel on. I say 'was' because she emphatically no longer is. She is uncommonly clean in the run aft. She has enough bluffing off in the bows to keep her dry and her lower berths are most of them double. She has a lot of advantages, but I won't cross that duck pond in her again. Why? You'll find out. You'll find out the terror that was curtained in the upper berth on the June crossing of the Atlantic that year, when all the drowned souls who ever were, endeavoured to drag me... Beyond Midnight."