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[aid] => mick
[title] => Gavan O'Connell 9 cont.
[time] => 2007-01-25 12:11:41
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[bodytext] => “My family’s all gone now. Sure, the famine did it. I’d starve too, if I stayed there.” “ Maybe you’ll starve anyhow. We haven’t got food for the likes of you.” “The way I feel now, it doesn’t matter much. Do what you want with me.” Larsen led the stowaway up from the hold. Mate met Jacobsen directing men in securing lifelines along the gunnel from the quarterdeck to fo’c’s’le. Jacobsen saw the stowaway and, having no time for him, motioned Larsen to take the man down below and put him in the brig. Mate did that. He locked him in the cell.O’Connell fell to his knees retching again,for ship’s pitch and roll caused renewed distress giving him added sickness. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 204 [topic] => 21 [informant] => ramfire [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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