Welcome to Supreme Audio books. Today we present Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad. Sit back, relax, and enjoy this full audio book. Chapter 1, part one of Heart of Darkness. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit librivox.org. Read by Peter Dan. Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad. Chapter 1, part one. The Nelly, a cruising yaw, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest. The flood had made. The wind was nearly calm, and being bound down the river. The only thing for it was to come too, and wait for the turn of the tide. The sea reach of the temp stretched before us like the beginning of an interminable waterway. In the offing, the sea and the sky were welded together without a joint, and in the luminous space the tanned sails of the barges drifting up with the tide seemed to stand still in red clusters of canvas sharply peaked with gleams of varnished spritz. A haze rested on the low shores that ran out to sea in vanishing flatness. The air was dark above Graves End, and further back still seemed condensed into a mournful gloom, brooding motionless over the biggest and the greatest town on earth. The director of companies was our captain and our host. We four affectionately watched his back as he stood in the boughs looking to Seawwood. On the whole river there was nothing that looked half so nautical. He resembled a pilot, which to a seaman is trustworthiness personified. It was difficult to realize his work was not out there in the luminous estie, but behind him within the brooding gloom. Between us there was, as I have already said somewhere, the bond of the sea. Besides holding our hearts together through long periods of separation, it had the effect of making us tolerant of each other's yarns and even convictions. The lawyer, the best of old fellows, had, because of his many years and many virtues, the only cushion on deck, and was lying on the only rug. The accountant had brought out already a box of dominoes, and was toying architecturally with the bones. Marlo sat cross-legged right after leaning against the mizen mast. He had sunken cheeks, a yellow complexion, a straight back, an aesthetic aspect, and with his arms dropped, the palms of his hands outwards, resembled an idol. The director, satisfied the anchor had good hold, made his way after, and sat down amongst us. We exchanged a few words lazily. Afterwards there was silence on board the yacht. For some reason or other we did not begin that game of dominoes. We felt meditative and fit for nothing but placid staring. The day was ending in a serenity of still and exquisite brilliance. The water shone pacifically. The sky without a speck was a benign immensity of unstained light. The very mist