“Night was coming and I thought it best to wait and leave early in the morning before the wind came. There was a small headland near us. I had noticed yesterday afternoon that there was a good anchorage beyond it. It was in a cove protected from waves and wind. "Take an oar," I said to Mando. "Vámanos!" "I thought I was the captain," he replied. I shoved an oar into his hand and we began to row toward the cove. As we rounded the promontory, I saw close off our bow a large whaling shi...p. On each side of the ship floated a dead whale. Fires were going on deck and a cloud of oily smoke drifted toward us. The smoke was so thick it was hard to see, but gradually I made out on the ship's stern, printed in gold letters, the name Boston Boy. We were now within shouting distance of the ship. Quietly I said to Mando, "The ship is the one that lost its longboat in the storm. Do as I say and do not talk.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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