The Captain woke to a windless day, not even a ripple on the surface, yet the ship was sailing at eight knots. He went to the mess deck.
He took his meals with the crew except in the evenings, when he ate in his cabin. The old man was in the galley, sitting in the same place as he was the night before, his staff by his side, a faint green light coming from its handle. The magpie was…

 

 

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