Wolves of the Sea - Being a Tale of the Colonies from the Manuscript of One Geoffry - Carlyle, Seaman, Narrating Certain Strange Adventures Which Befell - Him Aboard the Pirate Craft "Namur" by Randall Parrish
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"No doubt of it. But he never knew what he was dloin'--he wus crazy as a loon. There's nuthin' fer yer ter fuss over now. Tell us about it, Gates--the bath must have sobered yer up?" I watched LeVere, but he remained motionless, a mere shadow. "I suppose it must have been thet, sir," I confessed respectfully, "if things happened as you say they did. I haven't any memory o' tryin' ter slash nobody. Leastwise I seemed ter know whut I wus about when I cum up. I don't remember how I got ther; furst I knew I wus slushin' 'round in the water, a tryin' ter keep afloat. It wus so blame dark I cudn't see nuthin', but sumhow I got grip on a hawser, an' hung on till I got back 'nough strength ter clime on board. I knew this wa'n't my ship, so I just lay quiet awhile, figurin' out whar I wus." "Yer English?" "Born in Bristol, sir, but I wus workin' on the _Caroline_--she's a Colony schooner, in the fish trade." "Sailor?" "At sea since I wus twelve. What's this yere bark--Dutch, ain't she?" "Once upon a time; just now we are flying whatever flag cumes handy. We ain't got no prejudice in flags." "Is thet a gun forrard, covered with taupalin?" "Yes, an' yer might find another aft, if yer looked fer it. Mor'n thet, we know how ter use 'em. Now see here, Gates; thar's no reason |
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