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Treasure Island - Stevenson, Robert Louis ยท 74 words

Treasure Island - Stevenson, Robert Louis

Owing to the cant of the vessel, the masts hung far out over the water, and from my perch on the cross trees I had nothing below me but the surface of the bay. Hands, who was not so far up, was in consequence nearer to the ship and fell between me and the bulwarks. He rose once to the surface in a lather of foam and blood and then sank again for good.

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