
Three years around the Horn have left you without a coat, so you quilt one from a spare shirt and sock scraps — pale, unpainted, and about to earn you a nickname. Jack Chase, captain of the maintop and the one man aboard whose respect means something, teaches you the ropes and the yard that becomes yours. Resting alone there past your watch one night, you're spotted in the dark and taken for a dead man's ghost, and the crew starts lowering the halyard before anyone checks.
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