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HEAD WINDS AND A ROUGH SEA
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voyage. There is work to be done, for all must be made clean and tight — yea, and Rab is to be buried.”

The little round man was still wandering from gun to gun and smiling because the guns pleased him. They were demiculverins of brass, bored for a twelve-pound ball and fit to fight the King’s battles; but alas! they had shown themselves powerless against a foe from within the ship. And as the Rose of Devon rolled along in the bright sun, alone in a blue sea, the body of Francis Candle lay forgotten in the steerage room.

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