The flying Dutchman, by the author of 'Cavendish'. |
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The Flying Dutchman, by the Author of 'Cavendish' William Johnstoun N Neale Недоступно для просмотра - 2015 |
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Alcibiades Angela appeared arms beheld beneath boat boatswain bosom brig cabin Captain Livingstone CHAPTER command corporal corporal's court-martial Cresswell crew cried daring dark death deck deep dread duty eyes fate fear feeling fellow fire FLYING DUTCH Flying Dutchman fore and main forecastle frigate gale gangway give gunroom guns hammock hand happiness head heard heart Heaven Herbert Holdout hope horror hour island knew larboard leeward lieutenant lips looked main-deck marine marriage master master-at-arms midshipmen mind minutes morning Mustapha mutineers never night officers once passed possessed prisoner quarter-deck racter Ramsay Ramsay's reefs remained replied round rushed sail scarcely seamen seemed seen sentry ship ship's shipmates shore shot sight Sneak soon sound spot stood sudden surgeon thought topman topsails turned utmost voice watch waves whole wind windward word wounded yardarm
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