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T. Jenkins Hains Bahama Bill, Mate of the Wrecking Sloop Sea-Horse

The conscious power of the man and his disdain for them all were too much even for the most desperate. They drew away sullenly and listened to their captain, and then as his words, whispered low, began to have effect, they left the cuddy. Silently they hoisted the mainsail and carefully drew in fathom after fathom of the cable. The jib was hoisted and the Sea-Horse stood out and passed like a dark shadow from the harbour. As the sun rose and gave colour to the sea, the deep blue of the wind-broken surface told of the Gulf Stream. The land had disappeared astern.
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T. Jenkins Hains Bahama Bill, Mate of the Wrecking Sloop Sea-Horse

The Buccaneer's mainsail tore to bits as she lay upon her beam ends, her anchor parted, and in a moment she was going out to sea, every man aboard of her struggling with the flying strips of canvas. The wind had come from the southward and with just enough slant to allow her to clear the shoal water and make the open ocean. Macreary, with nothing to do but watch the coming squall, let go the halliards of the Seabird's sail, and her crew had managed to get a line around it before the weight of the wind struck.
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T. Jenkins Hains Bahama Bill, Mate of the Wrecking Sloop Sea-Horse

There was the wrecking-sloop, Sea-Horse of Key West, the Silver Bar, schooner-yacht for charter, and several others. Upon the deck of the wrecker he saw the big black mate, Bahama Bill, sitting smoking his pipe, his muscular shoulders shining like coal in the sunlight, while he rubbed his rheumy eyes, the red-rimmed eyes of a diver in salt water, to see better as he watched the approaching ship. Yes, and there was Captain Smart of the lost Dunn schooner, sitting upon the taffrail fishing.
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