The Ragged Edge. It might be three yards in width, and a few more in length; but it was covered with ooze and slime, and the waves continually broke over it. Nevertheless, Sir John had the look of a man who was enjoying himself. In and out of consciousness she sailed, hearing voices from memory that she could not distinguish from reality.
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