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O the ties low,

Leave her, bullies, leave her!

I guess it's tio,

It's time for us to leave her

--Across the Western Ocean

Captain Mayo was not finding responsibility his chief worry while the

Olenia was h the fog, stab the

harbor entrance, and hunt out elbow-rooe

But all that was in the line of the day's work While he watched the

compass, estimated tide drift, allowed for reduced speed, and listened

for the echoes which would tell hied in thehis

personal affairs

As the hired ht have overlooked that

affront froh it was delivered to a captain on the

bridge

But love has a pride of its own He had been abused like a lackey in the