The sun-canvas was stowed; and Spurlock's chair was set forward the foremast, where the bulging jib cast a sliding blue shadow over him. ‘What do we do now?’ Gerald took a pace towards the girl. Then, as he was trying to bite through the rope, I told him, ‘That’s for 107 Traci, motherfucker. She glanced into his face.
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