The Jolly Roger and the Anchorage

The Hispaniola, in that unbroken mirror, was exactly portrayed from the truck to the water line. Alongsidely one of the gigs, filtering the stern sheets, came a couple of men were leaning over the stern bulwarks. Apparently they were talking and laughing, though at that distance, upward to a mile, I could, of course, hear no word of what was said. All at once there began the most horrid, unearthly, screaming, which at first startled me badly; but I soon remembered the voice of Captain Flint as she sat perched upon her master's wrist. Soon after, the Jolly boat shoved off and pulled for shore, and the man with the

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