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The Coral Curse (Barrington & Kid)
The young lad Jack walks down the beach a ways with Barrington. It is still early, the sun just having crested over Nassau. Detritus from last night's storm litters the sands - coconuts, dead starfish, rigging tangled with seaweed, chunks of wood, and broken barrels. As they draw near, Jack hesitates. "Sorry, guvner, they say she's cursed. M' mother may 'ave been a sorry trollop but she warned me stay clear o' curses."
Groaning in the wet sands, the beached schooner seems far less ominous in the daylight. A fine ship. And one badly in need of repairs. The clink of glass comes from the deck, and there is someone muttering...or perhaps singing a sea shanty.
The young lad Jack walks down the beach a ways with Barrington. It is still early, the sun just having crested over Nassau. Detritus from last night's storm litters the sands - coconuts, dead starfish, rigging tangled with seaweed, chunks of wood, and broken barrels. As they draw near, Jack hesitates. "Sorry, guvner, they say she's cursed. M' mother may 'ave been a sorry trollop but she warned me stay clear o' curses."
Groaning in the wet sands, the beached schooner seems far less ominous in the daylight. A fine ship. And one badly in need of repairs. The clink of glass comes from the deck, and there is someone muttering...or perhaps singing a sea shanty.
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