Gordon Young

“ CHAPTER VIII GOSSIP AND BLASPHEMY THE Heraldr was squattingly built, broad of beam. She sailed like a turnip. She had been purchased by Gorvhalsen and fitted out for the treasure-hunt.
He had called her the Heraldr largely because he called himself a Black Dane; and he enjoyed the talk of how his great-bodied forebears in serpent ships with bucklered bulwarks and broadswords wide as their oar-blades had crept along Europe's coast, threading even Gibraltar Straits; and there had fallen upon cities, plundered monasteries, carried away the real treasures of convents. ”

“ So she came up to him happily, too guileless not to be pleased; and she was far less aware of what was in her heart than McGuire, to whom the devil had given much the same sort of wisdom that is in the snake that draws the fluttering bird. But wise men are not evil, and even hungerless snakes do not destroy fledglings. ”

“ McGuire mimicked. “Wouldn't like to have your old bones rattled by a woman's fingers, would you? Guess you think when a man dies he's entitled to a little rest. But think o' Williams, Jake. Think o' the Hurricane. ”