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... ing with the holystoning and swabbing, and they refreshed my knowledge of knots and expanded my technical skills at sailing. (Not that I particularly wanted those skills, but compared to swimming some two, maybe three hundred miles? Hard pass.)
Except for Dimmihammas, who just acted like a monkey, we were pressed into service until we were passing Salamancae’s white cliffs. Some intrepid explorer had imagined the east-to-west island as a sword breaking the pattern of its north-to-south n ...
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