Yes! Yes! Hal shouted. Strapped to the inside of his thigh wasa leather sheath. Butfirst will ye no introduce me to these two fine gentlemen of yours? Mister Arnold Fowler, first mate of my ship. Why are you no longer in command of the garrison atGood Hope? To be frank with you, my lord, I am in the devil's own fix.
Then before any more of the Gull's guns could be run out, the two shipscame together with a rending, grinding crash. Sir Francis sat on thestone shelf that served as his bunk, lifted his head and stared backinto Slow John's yellow eyes. He strode to the captain's placeon the quarterdeck and surveyed his ship. The Buzzard cheered up miraculously and gave a huge, booming laugh.
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