Part 2 The next morning was as dark and foggy as if it was mid-November instead of early March. But don't thank me; thank Miss Enschede. "You can't go to sea with a book of rules. Shrinking involuntarily back into the farthest corner of the seat, Jack buried his face in his hands. "A vow," she answered,—"a vow to my dead husband. —'They have,' says he.
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