Dead Men Tell No Tales



“But she must have a crew, and I can row. For God’s sake take me, captain!” cried I; for Eva Denison sat weeping in her deck chair, and my heart bled faint at the thought of leaving her, I who loved her so, and might die without ever telling her my love! Harris, however, stood firm.

“There’s that quartermaster and my steward, and Jose the nigger,” said he. “That’s quite enough, Mr. Cole, for I ain’t above an oar myself; but,


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“But she must have a crew, and I can row. For God’s sake take me, captain!” cried I; for Eva Denison sat weeping in her deck chair, and my heart bled faint at the thought of leaving her, I who loved her so, and might die without ever telling her my love! Harris, however, stood firm.

“There’s that quartermaster and my steward, and Jose the nigger,” said he. “That’s quite enough, Mr. Cole, for I ain’t above an oar myself; but,


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