
The Pharaon comes into Marseille under a mourning flag: her captain died at sea, and you, Edmond Dantes, nineteen, have brought her home in his place. The owner is pleased enough to talk about a captaincy. The purser is pleased to mention, in front of him, an unscheduled stop the ship made near Elba. You go ashore with Leclere's sealed letter for Paris still inside your coat.
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