"But where's the chart of the area just east of here??" asked first mate John Blood gruffly, bracing himself against the chart table as the little brigantine the Streisand rolled in the large swells. The shadows of his face danced as the hanging lantern swung from its chain. The red tinted glass of the light cast everything in a surreal crimson
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