Sir Francis went forward to the poop rail and lifted his chin to callsoftly up to the men in the rigging, Make believe that thosecheese-heads over there are your brothers. Even though the sun was past its noon and it was a long journey back towhere the longboat waited on the beach, he spent a little longerstudying the rigging of the prize through the glass. Get those ropes hung up, MisterCourtney. I will abstain from debauchery and fornication, Hal'stongue tripped on the word, but he recovered swiftly, and I willhonour my fellow Knights.
He washed and shaved, changedhis shirt and combed his hair back into a thick plait down his back. Please, God, let there be aship! As he moved up, there before his eyes appeared the great grey castlesof the heads, the bastions that guarded the entrance to the lagoon. Far out to their right they could make out the blue stain of the oceanmerging with the paler heron's-egg blue of the sky, but below t Sir Francis stood up with dignity.
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