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Gavan O
Contributed by
ramfire
on
Thursday, 18th January 2007 @ 10:35:48 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Third Mate nodded his head in understanding the orders. Nodding head and beard threw off sea water. Wind tore at him. Hed had no time to put on oilskins before going aloft. His checked shirt and duck trousers were wet through. Making his way to a flight of steps leading down in the focsle, he found an oil lamp and lit it. New steps took him down into the hold. Light gave sight to a storage area. Light showed no water. He inspected the tea crates. Crates were secure. Familiar sound same from a dark recess. Since sound was of puking, Larsen knew a man was there, for only a seasick man made such a noise. Glowing lamp found the retching man in a corner doubled over. Man was a stowaway. Larsen took no pity on him.
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2007-01-18 10:35:48] (Date/Time posted on
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