The storm tossed the ship all about. The sailors hurried
to furl the canvas, climbing the rigging with practiced ease, despite the wrath
of the storm. They could feel the ship creak, but the noise was lost in the
howling wind.
Jack made sure his knife was secured before ascending the
ropes. Stories always had sailors holding the knife in their teeth. That was a
great way to lose it, possibly in someone’s skull, but more likely over the
side.
He wrapped his legs around the mast and began hauling the
sail up. His fellow sailors were doing the same.
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