The Captain felt slightly embarrassed and that he had let down his new crew and the first mate Bram. He trudged along eyes always averting the furtive glance aimed at him by the crew members, each glance asking a question:
'Is this the man who holds out lives in the balance when we are aboard a ship?'
He hated himself for that, and as the company set camp for the night he took all the bottles of wine he had squirreled away in his trunk and through them in long arching throws into the river, watching them sink to the bottom.....
[ November 05, 2002: Message edited by: Adanedhel ]
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