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Page 195
... Captain . I scrambled up the narrow , slippery companionway after him . I had met the Captain in Odessa . He was an exceptionally thin and exceptionally serene old man with snow - white hair . ' Sorry about that , ' he said . " The mate ...
... Captain . I scrambled up the narrow , slippery companionway after him . I had met the Captain in Odessa . He was an exceptionally thin and exceptionally serene old man with snow - white hair . ' Sorry about that , ' he said . " The mate ...
Page 199
... Captain of being high - handed . Besides , there was nothing to eat . Taking advantage of the rule covering ' accidents at sea ' , the Captain ordered the hold to be opened and our small cargo of barley for the Crimea to be distributed ...
... Captain of being high - handed . Besides , there was nothing to eat . Taking advantage of the rule covering ' accidents at sea ' , the Captain ordered the hold to be opened and our small cargo of barley for the Crimea to be distributed ...
Page 200
... Captain's door , yelling , trying to break in and threatening to throw the old man overboard . The Commissar got up , put his greatcoat on , picked up his Mauser and told us to stay in the cabin unless we heard a revolver shot . His ...
... Captain's door , yelling , trying to break in and threatening to throw the old man overboard . The Commissar got up , put his greatcoat on , picked up his Mauser and told us to stay in the cabin unless we heard a revolver shot . His ...
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