Dead Men Tell No Tales



I was sitting bolt upright in my bunk. The skipper’s beard dropped upon his chest.

“Bless my soul! The last name o’ the lot, too!”

“Have you heard of her ?” I reiterated.

“Wait a bit, my lad! Not so fast. Lie down again and tell me who she was.”

“Who she was?” I screamed. “I want to know where she is!”

“I can’t hardly say,” said the captain awkwardly. “We found the gig o’ the Lady Jermyn the week arter we found you,


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I was sitting bolt upright in my bunk. The skipper’s beard dropped upon his chest.

“Bless my soul! The last name o’ the lot, too!”

“Have you heard of her ?” I reiterated.

“Wait a bit, my lad! Not so fast. Lie down again and tell me who she was.”

“Who she was?” I screamed. “I want to know where she is!”

“I can’t hardly say,” said the captain awkwardly. “We found the gig o’ the Lady Jermyn the week arter we found you,


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