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[bodytext] => Now rounding Cape in winter seems bad way. To sail without regard for rain and waves is foolish thinking mate and you will pay. Much better going summer trouble saves. "Doesn't Captain have the quaintest expression, Jose." "I think he means he'll try to be back in record time, Rose." Huerra spoke. "How long, Captain?" "Year and half, maybe sooner." "You wouldn't depart Peralta right away?" " No, sir. There's nearly ninety degrees of latitude between Peralta and Cape Horn. Summer at Peralta is winter at the Horn. If we departed Peralta right away, we'd very likely reach the Horn during its early Spring, or maybe late winter. Sailing Cape Horn other than its summer is difficult and very dangerous. Leaving Peralta in the late fall or winter is preferable." Ladies rose from the table -gentlemen pulled chairs back with courtesy. Senora Hernandez thanked Diego Silva. Margarita showed Captain Thompson her appreciation with a smile. Rose spoke to her husband. "Jose, try not to be too late. You know how I toss and turn without you." "Yes, dear. A simple smoke and brandy, no more." "Margarita move to pass in front of Captain Thompson. He spoke. " Miss Hernandez, I can't remember ever having a more charming dinner companion. I look forward to our next meeting." She offered him her hand. " And me too, Captain Thompson. Come back soon." He put her soft hand to his lips. Surprised, she spoke. " Mama, your right. This Captain is very gallant." Captain Thompson spoke again holding her hand gently. " I'm just a seaman who knows goodness when he sees it." Margarita's heart was touched. She spoke softly to him "Goodness is a rare commodity, Captain. Thank you for such a nice compliment." "I speak but the truth." "Good night Captain." "Good night, Miss Hernandez." He released her hand. Huerra saw the warm light in senorita's eyes. He too said good night. She simply nodded her head. Men went to the library for their cigars and brandy. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 186 [topic] => 31 [informant] => ramfire [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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