177- A Sleeping Draft -Alec Harford

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The ship, becound in a yellow fog, while somewhere in the dark below you, free from the selves that held them, is a deadly band of murderers, seeking out your life. Listen now, as escape brings you western martyrs exciting story, a sleeping grab.

That helps, but it's like I say. You can't forget. You can never forget. It's a night that you think about it. With the water outside rushing past the howl. That's when you think. And it can never be the same.

You can't trust anybody. Never. Not a soul. I can tell you you just can't trust him. Not even yourself. Mr. Finch says he's ready to board, sir.

Oh, he is, eh? Alright, well, I'm not stuffing him. Uh, sure. Hmm? He insists on bringing them aboard one at a time. What? Does he think I'm gonna miss the tide? As I have a 400 of them. It'll take hours.

That's what I said, somebody... Mr. Finch! Come aboard if you please! I'm sorry, sir. I could have resigned, stinking. He'll be poor devil cargo. Gah! Everything I call the Lord of Captain? No, everything is not I, cock-a-lord of them.

What in places do you mean ordering my mate about? No offense intended, none taken the help. I want those scurvy riches aboard now. All of them, you put them below and we wan' get. One at a time sir, one at a time.