Sunday, 11 October 2009

a diary of traces #2

From an old book on folklore of the sea.

The captain of a sailing ship was a tartar, and had particularly picked on one mariner, Bill. The mariner was often called before the gratings for the cat of nine tails. Eventually the mariner died from illness, attributed by all to the captain's ill treatment.

Several weeks later in rough seas the captain was washed overboard. The last words the crew heard were "Bill is with me now."

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