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“Between the cicada and Henri Archambault’s mark, there’s no doubt the bottle’s from the Lost Cellar”

“Good work,” Sam said “What else?”

“I also finished dissecting the translation of Manfred Boehm’s diary There’s a line in there about ‘the Goat’s Head’?”

“I remember,” Remi replied Both she and Sam had assumed it had been a Rum Cay tavern Boehm and his shipmates had visited

“Well, I h and Low German, and I think the Goat’s Head is a landation aid Proble about a Goat’s Head related to Rum Cay—or any of the other islands, for that matter”

“We’ll keep our eyes peeled,” Saht, it’s likely a rock formation of some kind”

“Agreed And last, I owe you guys an apology”

“For?”

“An error”

“Say it isn’t so”

Selma rarely made mistakes and those that she did were almost always minor Even so, she was a strict taskmaster—more so with herself than anyone else

“I was slightly off in translating the abstract fro Müller wasn’t the captain of the LothringenHe was a passenger, just like Boehet sub UM-77”

“So Boehen, which sails across the Atlantic, puts in at Rum Cay for resupply and refit—”

“That’s the word the sailor—Froch—used in his blog, correct?”

“Correct Refit”