ey kill themselves.
They're something like the Chinese in this.

"There were only four of us now, counting the Jap, who still spoiled
good grub, and it took a long time to snug that schooner down to double
reefs and one head sail. The water in the hold had gained on us, and we
pumped while we could stand it, then knocked off, and dropped down on
deck for a snooze. We were dead beat, and told the cook to call us if
the wind freshened or if anything happened. He didn't call us, but
something happened. I wakened in time, and stood up, sleepy and stupid
and cold; for you can't sleep on deck, even in the tropics, without
getting chilled; and we were up to thirty-six north. The Jap was
fooling round the galley, and the schooner, with the wheel becketed,
was lifting up and falling off, practically steering herself,
by-the-wind. Of course, I thought of the water in the hold, and sounded
the well. There was four feet of wet line, and I knew that things were
bad. Then I went to the two Dutchmen, to call them to the pumps, and
found them cold and stiff, each with the little pink marks under the
ears.

"Well, I naturally went more or less crazy. I took that Jap by the
throat and asked him what had happened. He did not know, he said. He
had left us to sleep, and rest, sorry for us, and trying to cook us a
good meal when we wakened. He was in a shaking fright, trembling and
quavering, and I eased up. What was the use of anger and suspicion in
the face of this horrible threat of death while you slept? We hove the
two bodies overboard, and made a stagger at the pump; but we could not
lessen the water in the hold, and at last I gave up, cleared away a
boat, and stocked it with water and grub for two. Meanwhile I shaped a
course for the Bermudas, and steered it after a fashion, hoping that I
might beach the schooner and get, out of some court of salvage, a part
of that seven millions down in the hold.

"But I had to steer, and keep the deck, for the Jap was useless. I kept
it up until we sighted land, and then flopped, done up, tired out,
utterly exhausted by work, and yet unable to sleep. I sang out to the
cook, as I lay down on the hatch, to try and steer toward that blot of
blue on the horizon, and then passed into a semi-dazed state of mind
that was not sleep, nor yet wakefulness. I could hear, and, through my
half-opened eyelids, could see; yet I was not awake, for I could not
guard myself. I saw that Jap creeping toward me. I sa