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I Strike the Jolly Roger

           Thebreezeservedusadmirably.Weskimmedbeforeitlikeabird,thecoastoftheislandflashingbyandtheviewchangingeveryminute.Soonwewerepastthehighlandsandbowlingbesidelow,sandycountry,sparselydottedwithdwarfpines,andsoonwewerebeyondthatagainandhadturnedthecorneroftherockyhillthatendstheislandonthenorth.

           Iwasgreatlyelatedwithmynewcommand,andpleasedwiththebright,sunshinyweatherandthesedifferentprospectsofthecoast.Ihadnowplentyofwaterandgoodthingstoeat,andmyconscience,whichhadsmittenmehardformydesertion,wasquietedbythegreatconquestIhadmade.Ishould,Ithink,havehadnothingleftmetodesirebutfortheeyesofthecoxswainastheyfollowedmederisivelyaboutthedeckandtheoddsmilethatappearedcontinuallyonhisface.Itwasasmilethathadinitsomethingbothofpainandweaknessahaggardoldman’ssmile;buttherewas,besidesthat,agrainofderision,ashadowoftreachery,inhisexpressionashecraftilywatched,andwatched,andwatchedmeatmywork.

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