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[aid] => mick
[title] => Gavan O'Connell 3
[time] => 2006-12-30 12:11:08
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[bodytext] => Fare out of Boston to California was one thousand dollars; ticket buyers avoided the hazards of overland travel. Captain Nielsen and First Mate, Neels Bergen, were together in the captain’s cabin after the weather and sea had worsened. Captain was making certain that the mate had issued the order to furl sail.“Yes sir, I’ve got Burt in the rigging now. Men seem to be working a little slower than usual, but job’s being done.” “Keep someone in the nest. We need to know about the bergs.” “He’s there now, captain.”“What’s Jacobsen doing?” “Battening down the hatches, sir. Thought you’d want that done.” “Very good. When you get a chance, get a fix on our location.” [comments] => 1 [counter] => 292 [topic] => 21 [informant] => ramfire [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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