The sea had turned into a peculiar color, a glassy hue like that of a mirror in darkness. There was no moon, yet a sort of luminosity ran below the surface. This was a thing he had often seen when the Greenland ice was coming down. It was said among Gloucestermen that the rapid melting of the bergs and their gradual deposits of earth sometimes created this phosphorescence under sea. It often made the sea brilliant as opals, a brilliance that showed itself only when a keel drove through it. Otherwise it remained a dull sheen.
(from The Gaunt Woman, by Edmund Gilligan)
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