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- Author: John C Hutcheson
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2017
- Pages: 186
- ISBN-10: 1544708335
- ISBN-13: 9781544708331
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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Captain Snaggs, however, his watchful weather eye and quick intelligence taking in everything at a glance, liked the second-mate's slowness of speech and action as little as he relished the men's evident reluctance at hurrying up again on deck; for, although barely a second or two had elapsed from his first order to the crew, he grew as angry as if it had been a "month of Sundays," his sallow face flushing with red streaks and his sandy billy-goat beard bristling like wire, every hair on end, just as a cat's tail swells at the sight of a strange dog in its immediate vicinity when it puts up its back. "Avast thaar, ye durned fule!" he screamed in his passion, dancing about the poop and bringing his fist down with a resounding thump on the brass rail, as if the inanimate material represented for the nonce the back of the mate, whom he longed to belabour.
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- Author: John C Hutcheson
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2017
- Pages: 186
- ISBN-10: 1544708335
- ISBN-13: 9781544708331
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
Captain Snaggs, however, his watchful weather eye and quick intelligence taking in everything at a glance, liked the second-mate's slowness of speech and action as little as he relished the men's evident reluctance at hurrying up again on deck; for, although barely a second or two had elapsed from his first order to the crew, he grew as angry as if it had been a "month of Sundays," his sallow face flushing with red streaks and his sandy billy-goat beard bristling like wire, every hair on end, just as a cat's tail swells at the sight of a strange dog in its immediate vicinity when it puts up its back. "Avast thaar, ye durned fule!" he screamed in his passion, dancing about the poop and bringing his fist down with a resounding thump on the brass rail, as if the inanimate material represented for the nonce the back of the mate, whom he longed to belabour.
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