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April 25, 2007

Jim: Ship Happens

Captain Carlisle swore under his breath when the midshipman reported yet another hull leak. “If not one thing, then another,” he murmured. “Why won’t this damnable ship hold together?”

The privateer commission hung heavy in his coat pocket as Carlisle strode to the Madelaine’s forecastle. Suddenly, a shout of “Sail Ho!” echoed down from the top rigging.

With a word, the crew began piling on canvas. One after another, sails caught the freshening winds and the Madelaine’s wake frothed into white spray.

Carlisle grinned at her speed. They’d catch the Dutch brig within hours.

If she didn’t come apart first.

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Comments

Well done

Posted by: kipp at April 26, 2007 12:55 PM · Permalink