He reclaimed his discarded hat from the larboard gangway from one of his topmen, and stood by the rail drinking in the view of the island so green, and the many bright azure colors of the ocean.
Is this life really so bad? he wondered, shaking his head at his own rise of sentiment. But would I have seen anything like this in London? Would I ever have learned anything back home half as fascinating as this? Well, I may not be a real tarpaulin man yet, but damme if they ain't made
But then, being Alan Lewrie, he wasn't so sure that life would let him hold any such sentiment for very long.
