Dion Clayton Calthrop, The Pirate's Pocket Book
“ So they retired for a breathing space and a wash to that Island where the neat cottage stood and the geraniums grew. [51] [52] They moored the Inky Murk to a low-growing pom-pom tree, and then, stepping carefully, like those unaccustomed to dry land (or wet land either, for the matter of that) , they gazed upon each other in silence. [53] [54] No one, not even the most careful observer, would have recognised in the two dusty figures, the once spruce forms of Captain Thomas Tomb and Dingy David. [55] [56] "Home!" said the young fellow, throwing a diamond at a wave-crest. ”
