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“Nothing on theA pair of cheap underpants with no label And his beard looks about ten days old”

“There’s nothing here, either,” said Ingrao “No mast, no sail, no oars No food and no water container No name on the boat, even But it could have peeled off”

“A tourist frohi

Ingrao shrugged “Or a survivor frohter,” he said “We’ll be at Trabzonin two days The Turkish authorities can solve that one when he wakes up and talks Meanwhile, let’s get under way Oh, and we ent there and tell him what’s happened We’ll need an ambulance on the quay e dock”

Two days later the castaway, still barely conscious and unable to speak, was tucked up bethite sheets in a sick ward in the small municipal hospital of Trabzon

Mario the sailor had accompanied his castaway in the a with the ship’s agent and the port’sthe deliriousan hour by the bedside, he had bade his unconscious friend farewell and returned to the Garibaldi to prepare the crew’s lunch That had been the previous day, and the old Italian tra

Now another man stood by the bedside, accompanied by a police officer and the white-coated doctor All three were Turkish, but the short, broad lish

“He’ll pull through,” said the doctor, “but he’s very sick for the enerally, and by the look of it, he hasn’t eaten for days Generally weak”

“What are these?” asked the civilian, gesturing at the intravenous tubes that entered both the man’s arms

“Saline drip and concentrated glucose drip for nourishment and to offset shock,” said the doctor “The sailors probably saved his life by taking the heat out of the burns, but we’ve bathed hi process Now it’s between him and Allah”