Every so often a wall of water, thin and jadecoloured, would rise up over the port bow, hesitate, and fall smacking amidships. Lucy thought of herself as belonging to Sebastian whether she liked it or not. Wood, then, beheld two persons, one of whom he recognised as Rowland, spring on board the chase. I don’t mind it.
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