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last episode with Captain Fitton
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He held onto the crate and considered. The Spanish frigate continued to trade shots with the English brigs, and it was apparent even to him that both sides had scored some important shots. One of Badger’s upper masts leaned drunkenly; a horizontal mast, or spar, or yard aboard the other English brig hung crookedly; and turning to his left he saw that the Spaniard’s sails, peeking above clouds of white smoke, now contained several holes. None of the ships were particularly close.
Behind him and to his right lay the ruined mole, with the beach a bit further on. Some crumbling steps led from the water up to the mole. A low hum and a sudden splash not many yards away brought him back to the present: whatever the solution was, staying here was not it. “Si Dios quiere,” he told the cat, following that observation with some of the choicer oaths of his teenaged years when a cannonball smashed into the water behind him, sending up a geyser that collapsed onto his head.
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last episode with Captain Fitton
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