Dead Men Tell No Tales



The stars were out; the sea was silver; the sun was up!

… . .

Hours passed.

I was waiting now for my delirium.

It came in bits.

I was a child. I was playing on the lawn at home. I was back on the blazing sea.

I was a schoolboy saying my Ovid; then back once more.

The hen-coop was the Lady Jermyn. I was at Eva Denison’s side. They were marrying us on board. The ship’s bell was ringing for us; a guitar in the background


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The stars were out; the sea was silver; the sun was up!

… . .

Hours passed.

I was waiting now for my delirium.

It came in bits.

I was a child. I was playing on the lawn at home. I was back on the blazing sea.

I was a schoolboy saying my Ovid; then back once more.

The hen-coop was the Lady Jermyn. I was at Eva Denison’s side. They were marrying us on board. The ship’s bell was ringing for us; a guitar in the background


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