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Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 10, 2015 7:03:05 GMT
Caitlin was thrown off by the extra voice that joined their stroll up the pier. Harold really did join them this time, seeing as she was outnumbered. "Gentlemen, please meet Harold, first mate on this ship you both seem to admire so much. Next best thing to meeting the captain, I'm sure." She greeted, still concealing her role in all of this. "What is it you two would like to know about the boat?"
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Raised his eyebrow in curiosity towards the individual who approached all upon his own free will it seemed. Though another to the party was nothing to be upset about, especially if he knew something interesting not in particular about the ship. "Harold? 'Tis a pleasure to make your acquaintance as well." The man fell silent for a moment for a moment while his gaze took note of the new figures features before looking back at the other two. The larger individual took a majority of his attention as he awaited for him to speak first towards the question as he was of course the first one to arrive to the scene as it was before Uriah.
Awaiting his turn to speak it only took the time from the lips of the larger man closing for him to speak out his own curiosities. "How long has the ship been sailing? I would assume a vessel such as this most likely could undergo a large amount of maintenance.." Tapping his index finger repeatedly against his lips he simply thought to himself before speaking out once again. "Harold, as first mate do you ever find anything lacking on a vessel such as this?" His focus of attention moved from the unnamed female over to first mate, though the two of them were connected somehow even if he couldn't put his finger directly upon it.
Post by Thadeus "Thrakazog" Stevenson on Aug 10, 2015 12:12:29 GMT
The woman answered politely, and that was more than Thrakazog often received or expected. He nodded his agreement when asked if he liked the ship. "Yubyub... it looks well-kept and strong. Me bet it nub afraid of da bad weather even a little bit." He didn't know what 'Dauntless' meant, but he liked the way it sounded.
Then, to his surprise, she even offered for him to take a closer look. Again, he nodded, "Yub, dat be okiedokie. But if we -"
His train of thought was derailed as another fellow approached them both, bowing firs to the lady (as was proper) and then, to his surprise, to him. He couldn't remember the last time someone bowed to him in greeting, and while slightly offputting, he also found it rather nice.
It seemed the new guy was a stranger too, because he asked to be shown the ship. On the one hand, Thrakazog had to admit the man had a good eye - the ship DID look strong. But on the other, if this person was looking for work, like Thrakazog, and there was only one spot available on the crew, then they could be in contention for that one position. Thrak had no doubt he could lift more, mop more, and haul more than the man, but in his experience, the prettier face got the attention.
But before he let his own dour thoughts take over, he considered the man might not be here for shiphand work at all. He looked like he had softer hands than that, and therefore might be a merchant or something, looking for a ship to transport his goods. So Thrakazog greeted him in return, "Ug dere!" And then another man came up to them, and Thrakazog offered him an 'Ug' as well.
The woman introduced the second man as Harold, the First Mate. At that, Thrakazog nodded to himself in understanding. This guy was important, and would likely have a direct influence on whether he could sign on with this crew. Thrakazog went to remove his hat in politeness, then realized he wasn't wearing one as his hand touched the bandana he wore.
He fell in line behind them all, bringing up the rear as the woman led them forward towards the ship.
It occurred to him that he hadn't introduced himself the way his mother had taught him to. "Me name is Thrakazog, by da way. What me call youz?"
He had more questions, but manners told him to let the higher class people talk first.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 10, 2015 21:05:16 GMT
Harold gave the pair a nod, not actually bothering to speak. The smaller of the two upstarts looked like he was ready to burst with questions, but he waited for the larger to speak first. When he did, he did so to introduce himself. Caitlin smiled.
"Pleasure to meet you, My name is Caitlin-" "Baroness-" Harold interjected, making sure the promising deckhands knew their place. Cait cut her eyes to him, but she didn't reprimand. "Baroness Caitlin Cockfoster, but you may call me Cait. May I call you Thrak, for short?"
Then the slightly shorter man (though still a head taller than Caitlin herself) jumped right in with his dialogue, seemingly unable to contain his enthusiasm.
She chewed over the question for a moment... unable to recall how old this particular vessel was. She had so many....
"I... don't remember," she answered truthfully. Harold shrugged, then gestured up the gangplank. "I'm so sorry, but I really must insist on knowing the motives behind your striking interest in the Dauntless before we go any further." They were oddly polite and seemingly goodnatured. It would be a shame to invite them in, then drown them for not fitting the mold later. She wanted to be sure who they were and what they were about before sealing either's fate.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Noticeably cocked his eyebrow in recognition at first before taking another bow towards the female before him. Even one such as a Baron deserved a fair amount of respect on their own even if there was room to improve.
"The pleasure is all ours Baroness. Please call me Uriah.. Uriah Han." Finally he began to correct his posture and stand up absolutely straight before the female but his attention seemed to be drawn to the larger individual for the moment, not only was he a hulking individual but his manner of speech was a little off setting at first before getting used to it.
After a slight smirk towards Thrakazog and boy was that a mouthful to say already he turned his attention back towards the female, adjusting his coat quickly to maintain a slight look of professionalism. "It seems to have kept hold of its age, which is the more than favorable in the rough seas yes?" Even though the topic itself was coming to a close he didn't have that much of an interest on the actual age of the ship but it was more of polite talk to address what brought fourth some attention.
"Hm.. To be more than honest I was actually interested in seeing if our considerable sized friend here was interest in custom tailorin'.. I figured it would be an ambitious task and he could be getting swindled of his money." Keeping silent for a moment he was noticeably collecting his thoughts before carrying on with his speech. "However upon further inspection of such a sublime vessel like this, it would be great honor to witness the craftsmanship hidden within its hull."
Speaking purely of what he knew, there didn't seem to be any real hidden intention behind what he was looking to do. Meeting a Baroness already in such a distasteful district was mildly a stroke of brilliant luck and could become a more favorable fortune in the future could they work together in some sort of business directly.
Post by Thadeus "Thrakazog" Stevenson on Aug 11, 2015 12:50:59 GMT
"Baroness?" Thrakazog thought with alarm, his eyes widening to show his surprise. He suddenly felt very self-conscious - about his appearance, his manners, his clothing. Lodan royalty - down here on the docks?
Everything became a little more clear - the woman's clothing, her posture, her cleanliness. The only thing that kept Thrakazog from averting his eyes from her in shame was her brilliant smile. That actually drew his attention, keeping him focused on her lips and teeth as she spoke and told him to call her 'Cait'. When she asked if 'Thrak' was all right in return, he merely nodded emphatically. The fact that she would even call him by name and not some derisive down-her-nose moniker was staggering.
The smaller man was speaking then, first commenting on the age of the ship, which Thrakazog had little interest in. As far as he was concerned, young or old, a strong ship was a good ship. And then the man was talking about custom tailoring, making Thrakazog even more aware of his social standing and his appearance. A reddish color rose to his cheeks as the man named Uriah turned his attention back to the Baroness, and Thrakazog began to shuffle back and forth uncomfortably. Maybe this was a bad idea.
But then 'Cait' gestured up the gangplank and asked for intentions, and he almost jumped at the opportunity so that he wouldn't have to stay there and face more questions about clothes. He immediately went where directed, explaining his situation along the way.
"Welp... Thrak wuz part ob da crew ob da Frogleg... been dere for a long time. But dey wuz hit by pirates 'bout a fortnite ago, and now da crew is lookin for work. Welp... Thrak is lookin, anywayz. Nub know about da rest."
When he reached the top, he stepped to one side and offered a hand of support to the Baroness, as well as anyone else who needed one.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 11, 2015 17:05:07 GMT
And this is why she didn't introduce herself as "baroness". She gave Harold a pointed look, which he miraculously avoided with his fifty yard stare. Chain of command was important to him, you'd think he was in the army or something... but then again, it made him good at his job, and his job was an important one. Her girlish side couldn't help but pique an interest at the mention of custom tailoring, but she stamped it down once she realized Uriah meant men's tailoring. Oh well
The rest of his interest in the ship itself was unfortunately... completely innocent. While it was true enough her sailors could use a bit of fashion policing... it wasn't worth endangering the lads life over. And she wasn't in the business of giving boat tours. Her business, as it were, was anything but a spectacle for the general public. Half her guild were called sticky-fingers for a reason. She sighed and shook her head slightly at Uriah. Harold took that as a sign and dropped a heavy hand on the lads shoulder, pinning him in place, keeping him from going any further near the vessel for the time being.
Thrak on the other hand divulged an interesting bit of information. So there were sailors out of work and scouring the docks of Lodan for employment? That was a bit of good news for her. But ... if they were struck down by pirates once before - how would they feel about joining a crew of pirates thereafter? What if her pirates had done the striking? It was entirely plausible, especially along their own coast. In fact. It was practically a guarantee, no other pirate rivals would come this close to her home port.
"A shame really...." Caitlin empathized outloud, but she didn't lay it on too thick, no sense in sending him spiraling down a path of self-pity when later she'd have to convince him that it wasn't personal and the ends justified the means on their side of the sunken ship. The tricky part would be in rooting out their feelings on the matter without tipping them off too close to the truth. If either were to light up with that knowing gaze.... well, then she'd have to switch gears entirely and there was no coming back from that. "But tell me, have either of you ever heard the rumors of a Queen of Rogues? Here in Lodan? Despite the unfortunate dangers involved, wouldn't you say its a rather exciting occupation? that is, Pirating? Suppose the Dauntless here were to set sail and encounter a rival ship, what would you have her do?"
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Narrowed his eyes, shifting simply the direction of his vision onto that of the first-mates hand before glancing over towards his face. It was an awful amount of force he was placing down upon Uriah to keep him in place, most likely to simply prevent him from moving forward towards the vessel. "Now now... I don't plan on rushin' aboard." His voice spoke out in an abrasive manner while maintaining an appropriately calm posture.
It seemed to be that the female had some interest with the Queen of Rogues, but he didn't seem to care about Harold being there much anymore. The overall subject as a whole could be difficult to get a whole grasp on given that he didn't pay to much attention to those type of events.
"As you said they are simply just rumors.. The 'Queen' as only been a prominent figure over the past handful of years? Even a 'landlubber' such as myself hears a few random.. Minute details here and there. As for the rest of it.. I could see the appeal for some audacious characters to join a pirate crew of sorts, perhaps the dream of a large fortune and a somewhat stable work environment is enough of a draw for them. Though they would only make up for a fair bulk of the crew yes?"
The male closed his mouth for a moment to ponder the other half of his thoughts, seemingly having a lot to say over the particular subject to the point it almost seemed like he's thought about it for an extremely long period of time. "The more profitable parts.. Instead of exciting, would most likely go to not only the money but the wealth of information one could acquire while on such a vessel. At least I would have to assume Pirates themselves do not strike to much a random individuals to maximize results, knowing which ships to avoid. Land you can trust without and I'm sure this most likely happens; receivin' a nice knife to one's spine." Taking a moment to laugh it was almost arguable from his viewpoint that pirates could also be responsible for a great deal of maps of uncharted location. Keeping his attention affixed upon the female he went on further to answer the final part of the question.
"Now if someone.. Such as yourself was to encounter a rival ship. It depends on the situation, not all rival's have to combat each other unless one wanted something from the other, in which case having a man like him to defend against incoming fire and possible boarding party would be.. Recommendable. While on the other half it would be possible to avoid the encounter with proper scouting and navigation.. At least to the point could allow for further preparation." The man let out a audible sigh as here was more he could say about the subject but before one such as her, he did his best to avoid being a bore and redundant over certain aspects.
Post by Thadeus "Thrakazog" Stevenson on Aug 12, 2015 14:23:52 GMT
Thrakazog had certainly heard of the Queen of Rogues! Every seafaring veteran had! But before he could voice his answer, the smaller fellow with them opened up and commented, calling them rumors and random details. The more he talked, the wider Thrakazog's eyes got. From what he could tell, the man didn't believe in the Queen of Rogues, but thought piracy was a profitable venture. But then, as if to either poke fun or say something even more 'crazy', the man gestured his way and explained to the Baroness that Thrakazog was somehow a good person to have aboard should pirates attack them!
Thrakazog finally decided the man must be teasing him - hopefully lightheartedly. So he broke into a wide and toothy grin and shook his head with a chuckle. "Nub know whut youz tink Thrak is, but mostly am a big target - easy to hit."
Then, to the Baroness, "Yubyub... me heard o da Queen. Ebberybody heard of da Queen. Dey say if youz see da Queen, youz is doomed - better to jump over da side den let her catch youz. Dey say she eats da first born if youz give dem up to get good fishin. Dey say she can affect da weather - dat she make da seas calm when she wants, and she make dem stormy when she pissed. Dey say nub eber name a ship 'da Queen' ob anyting, or else she getz mad and sinks it. Dey say men would die for her, and dat womenz want to be her. Dey say she is so purdy dat if youz look her in da eyes, youz fall in lub right away, like youz under sum spell. Den if, she likes youz, she kisses youz. But if she nub like youz, she eats youz. . Dey say she gotz an island nub on da charts where she stores her pirate gold - so much gold dey say youz can swim in it. Dere's lots of stories bout her, yub. Lots of udder stories out dere too tho. Dere's da sea monster... da mermaids... da Kraken... da giant squid... "
Thrakazog's voice had grown in volume as his excitement with each sentence got more intense. But he trailed off at that point, especially when he caught the first mate raising an eyebrow. In a more subdued tone, he said, "Sorry... Thrak like stories."
He blushed a little.
"Nub sure bout da pirate ting tho. Thrak always been told pirates are bad. Dem sink ships, youz know. But dis one time, Thrak thought bout how dey find pirates. Dem nub born dat way, are dey? Dey sailors, like Thrak... and den dey become da pirates. Maybe it nub so bad and all dat. Nub know. Thrak never been a pirate." That was true... Thrakazog had never been a pirate. "Dem gotz lots of good songs tho. And maybe it nub so bad bein a pirate... den youz nub be afraid of pirates, if youz are one, yub?"
He sighed wistfully a little. "Nub idea what Dauntless should do. Maybe run from da pirates? Is it fast?"
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 12, 2015 17:06:18 GMT
"As for the rest of it.. I could see the appeal for some audacious characters to join a pirate crew of sorts, perhaps the dream of a large fortune and a somewhat stable work environment is enough of a draw for them. Though they would only make up for a fair bulk of the crew yes?" Caitlin watched Uriah's expressions as he spoke, keying in more on his body language than his actual words. The glint in his eye, and the hunger she could see when he mentioned 'audacious characters', and 'fortune' gave her something to work with. Not to mention the way his eyes lit on her every so often like he'd struck gold meeting her here. He was after something - the ambitious prove myself sort... which meant despite all his gentle conversation he was a rogue underneath. A rogue she could work with. The rest of the answers to her questions were irrelevant since she didn't really want piloting advice from recruits. The questions themselves had been smokescreens to cover for her actual interest. An almost imperceptible nod of approval had Harold easing up on the boys shoulders.
As for Thrak's energetic recounting of stories he'd heard about the Queen herself... she quickly realized whatever shores he came from it must have been a fair distance from the capitol city, and the further away that had been - the further the truth had apparently stretched. She couldn't help but laugh, and even give a start of surprise at some of the more extreme tall tales. When he blushed she grinned bigger and waved to group forward, prompting them to continue the rest of the way up the ramp and onboard the Dauntless herself.
"Oh the Dauntless is quite fast, near impossible to outrun - and I assure you, I do not eat babies, or men, or people in general." She replied with a smile as they reached the weatherdeck. She didn't even have to signal at this point, the officer of the deck moved with practiced ease to assist Harold in bringing up the ramp and untying the mooring lines. Cait urged her guests forward without giving a backwards glance. "But you are absolutely right as far as the songs go! They are rather catchy, would you care to hear one?" There was no turning back now and she kept a keen eye on both men to see at just what point in her dialogue her meaning would sink into their heads.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
OOC: Change Grainne Mhaol for Captain Cait, and Ireland for Lodan in the lyrics
At the end of Caitlins question as if it were some sort of signal, from atop the crows nest of the Dauntless came the sound of guitar strings being plucked. A lass with striking blue hair sat on the nest's edge, her legs dangling in the air as she kept her beat before she opened her lips to sing, smirking all the while as she spung the song through the air.
The rest of the ship's crew seemed to take up the song as it progressed to the point where the blue haired girl didn't even need to keep singing, simply supply the melody. Several provided percussion with the banging of barrels, or the pulling taut of the ropes. Even the seagulls seemed to lend their voices to the music, although that was more than likely coincidence. At the end of it, the girl looked down at Caitlin with an unapologetic smirk and a shrug. "What? Ye asked for a song!" she called down with a cackle.
Broke out into a lighthearted laughter towards Thrakazog's answer to his question, before raising his hand and giving him a light pat. "I would consider you quite a supportive aid to a ship like this." It was something quick and simple before he finally released from Harold weight upon his shoulder, wiping off his shoulders he did take the time to look at the particular individual and give him a nodding 'Thank you' before rubbing said shoulders to release those tense muscles.
Approaching aboard the vessel he took a wide look at the deck, turning his head the his body to get an entire grasp of then entirety of it all. Most likely showing that he hasn't ever really been aboard a ship before and that this was a rather new experience for the man in general. Bringing his attention back towards the female it seemed like the crew was doing whatever they did, what that was exactly he was unsure of but the rustling of noises behind the group made it seem like they were doing something important.
A majority of Uriah's attention was brought fourth into listening closely to her words, having finally been invited aboard it seemed like she was getting closer to the point. Her earlier interest in what they thought of the queen seemed to just be a front for information between the two men but as she came to a close with her words he finally understood why. It would of been unfortunate had she not found a reason to invite him aboard, for Harold could of most likely tossed him off the docks without much difficulty or even worse. When suddenly the plucking of strings was heard through his ears it drew his attention to the striking blue haired female, the sounds of her guitar followed by what was provided by the crew made it seem like they've either practiced or have been doing this for quite some time to the point of becoming a routine task.
"So the Baroness of Cockfoster is actually a swashbuckling Queen of the seas? That would make the Dauntless your chariot..." He had to continue the rest of the sentence in his head as he figured the crew themselves would equal out to horses but didn't feel the need to say such a thing. It only took a few more moments from there to actually realize what was going on, most notorious individuals don't just give 'tours' of their vessels. Which made Harold's protective nature seem to make sense even further, but she put a fair amount of trust into the two men enough to invite them aboard. Not that she couldn't dispose of those she didn't like easily now that they were aboard. "So you enjoy being the cat in a chase?" Meant as more of a rhetorical question he didn't actually expect her to answer his questions in general and wasn't even going to touch the cannibalism part even with a exceedingly long stick.
Post by Thadeus "Thrakazog" Stevenson on Aug 12, 2015 22:12:42 GMT
The smaller man's - "Uriah", Thrakazog recalled - good-natured pat wasn't ignored, but appreciated, even if he thought more of Thrakazog than the big man did of himself. It was nice, in a way, to know that people were generally nice and well-intentioned.
Even the Baroness seemed jovial - first smiling at Thrakazog's sea-stories, and then whooping, and even laughing with him. It was nice when people laughed with Thrakazog, versus when they laughed at him. But when he started to blush, and she smiled, he blushed even further. He couldn't recall a time when a noblewoman had ever smiled at him that way, and a slightly smoldering look in her eyes (at least in his mind) was the furthest thing that he'd experienced from the upper class.
So it was with a skip in his step, that his heavy booted feet tromped up onto the Dauntless' weather deck, turning back to offer anyone a hand up that wanted one. The Baroness was asking if he wanted to hear a song, and almost on cue, some blue-haired woman in the crow's nest began playing a song - one that all the crew took up as they pulled up the gangway and prepared the ship to -
"Set sail?" Thrakazog wondered in his head as he realized what was happening. He'd thought he was being shown the vessel, but now they were leaving dock. Had he been hired on? Was he in danger - being kidnapped? It didn't feel like a kidnapping, given the merry singing and lively instrument-playing. He even grinned and dropped his rucksack so he could clap his meaty hands in time to the rhythm of the song. It was all just happening so fast. He'd barely had time to process some of the last words he'd heard the Baroness speak, "... and I assure you, I do not eat babies, or men, or people in general."
The light in Thrakazog's eyes dawned, and his jaw slowly opened to let his mouth form an 'O'. He turned very slowly, and very carefully, to look at the Baroness a second time. SHE was the Queen of Rogues? There was no way that he - Thrakazog - had just met the legendary Queen. Compared to the stories, she looked almost... normal. She was pretty, yes, but not otherworldly. She was well-kept, as befitted a Baroness, but she didn't have fins, or fangs that he could see. Yet... if she really was the Queen... if she was who she said she was... then he'd just accidentally stumbled upon her ship, possibly into her employ, and maybe the greatest adventure he had ever known or imagined. He found himself staring at her, dumbfounded, and at a complete lack for words. Part of him wanted to bow, or kneel, to call her Queen. Part of him wanted to thank her - grateful whether he became one of her crew or a sacrifice to her. Part of him wanted to jump overboard while they were still close enough to the docks that he might swim safely ashore. But as soon as his eyes caught her face, he was powerless to move, and unable to speak.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Aug 17, 2015 4:02:14 GMT
A Few Days Later......
OPEN TO THE BROTHERHOOD OF ROGUES
The wind was blowing rather strongly, the salty sea air briny and bothersome to those who were walking face first into it. Caitlin Stood on the docks, supervising the on-load of cargo to one of her waterborne vessels. They were having one of their better months for bounty since the conversion of the pirate and thieves under one guild, and she didn't want their goods sitting idle in port where any unaffiliated bum could get his or her greasy paws on it.
So in the barrels it goes, and out to sea it sails. They would break up the fare evenly between the sea and sky ports and make sure a sizable amount of merchandise was distributed to each of her assets. The thieves weren't nearly as comfortable with the thought of moving treasure. But the pirates weren't about to just leave it sitting in a cellar somewhere to be found out. She would just have to be diligent in making sure the spoils were split fairly among the factions so that the thieves didn't feel the need to supersede from the her brethren.
She was growing bored with watching the on-load, and she would have left it in the hands of someone more suited by their station for supervising the ordeal, but rumor had it there was fresh blood roaming town, and looking to pledge their allegiance to something they could believe and succeed in. As such, she'd instructed her scouts to carefully and covertly put the word out there for those interested parties to meet her on the pier at high tide. Should they be clever enough to figure out not just the proper hour, but the proper mistress to approach before her very ship then they stood a chance at admittance.
Lady Caitlin stood there, twirling her closed parasol and tapping it on the dock to the beat of "yo, ho, yo, ho, a pirates life for me."
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Floyd walked calmly down to the docks, as he did every morning. Except today he intended to do more than just stare longingly at the ocean,and the ships that gracefully sailed across them. He'd heard whispers, that at first he had dismissed, but later understood to be a meeting time and place. He looked around at the faces that passed by him. looking for a "Queen". So far none of the people had met his description. Perhaps he'd made a mistake? Then he heard a tapping, as he drew closer to it, it started to form into an unmistakable tune. He made his way towards it, and found the source of it to be coming from a young woman. Floyd thought she was quite attractive, and dressed well. This was definitely the Queen he was searching for. He walked up next to her. He followed her gaze to a ship being loaded with cargo. He clasped his hands behind his back, and, without looking at her he spoke quietly. " That's a fine ship."
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