“Aye aye, sir—the scum!”
He was glad they were not white men.
Women screamed. Stewards rushed in to quiet them. Some were bound and
thrust into the writing room. The quartermaster had no part in this. A
graver condition was developing and the captain was rallying his best
men.
The ship shuddered as if unutterably tired. A shift of several feet came
slowly. From the depths the hull groaned as frames buckled and plates
carried away.
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