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[aid] => mick
[title] => Gavan O'Connell 6
[time] => 2007-01-08 22:37:46
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[bodytext] => When Captain Nielsen needed a Third Mate at the beginning of the voyage, Larsen had been selected among the crew members for the captain saw at a glance the cut of the man’s jib. He knew this Dane would be the best of them all. First Mate waited for him at the mast-rail. Larsen came across the ship’s deck to stand within hailing distance. Heaving deck made him grab a rigging line for balance. Bergen made an arm movement for Larsen to come closer. First Mate’s cupped hands were a bull horn to his mouth against the roaring wind.“Check the hold. See if we’re taking on water. Make sure the tea’s not shifting.” [comments] => 0 [counter] => 194 [topic] => 21 [informant] => ramfire [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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