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Here I go again! I swear I'll killthat poxy cook. Hal was beginning to doubt Jiri's memory but hepersevered. Sir Francis looked up from his log-book, his goose quill poised overthe page. Once you desert your station, you forfeit your rights to claim a shareof any prize! Sir Francis called ac

Ned Tyler and Hal, the two gunners, hovered over these steaming potslike a pair of alchemists, straining the liquid and reducing it withheat. The crew howled with wolflike glee as Sam Bowles rose spiralling in theair, swinging on the rope's end as the Golden Bough rotted under him. There now. He held the twoswords side by side to compare them, and then passed Vincent's sword toCumbrae for inspection.