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A few of the pirates leant over the bulwarks drinking in the miasma of the night; others sprawled by barrels over games of dice and cards; and the exhausted four who had carried the little house lay prone on the deck, where even in their sleep they rolled skilfully to this side or that out of Hook's reach, lest he should claw them mechanically in passing. A FEW OF THE PIRATES LEANT OVER THE BULWARKS DRINKING IN THE MAISE OF THE NIGHT OTHERS SPRAWLED BY BARRELS OVER GAMES OF DICE AND CARDS AND THE EXHAUSTED FOUR WHO HAD CARRIED THE LITTLE HOUSE LAY PROUD ON THE DECK WHERE EVEN IN THEIR SLEEP THEY ROLLED SKILFULLY TO THIS SIDE OR THAT OUT OF HOOK'S REACH LEST HE SHOULD CLAW THEM MECHANICALLY IN PASSING
reen light squinting over Kidd's Creek, which is near the mouth of the pirate river, marked where the brig, the _Jolly Roger_, lay, low in the water; a rakish-looking craft foul to the hull, every beam in her detestable like ground strewn with mangled feathers. She was the cannibal of the seas, and scarce needed that watchful eye, for she floated immune in the horror of her name. She was wrapped in the blanket of night, through which no sound from her could have reached the shore. There was little sound, and none agreeable save the whir of the ship's sewing machine at which Smee sat, ever industrious and obliging, the essence of the commonplace, pathetic Smee. I know not why he was so infinitely pathetic, unless it were because he was so pathetically unaware of it; but even strong men had to turn hastily from looking at him, and more than once on summer evenings he had touched the fount of Hook's tears and made it flow. Of this, as of almost everything else, Smee was quite unconscious. TEEN THE PIRATE SHIP ONE GREEN LIGHT SQUINTING OVER KID'S CREEK WHICH IS NEAR THE MOUTH OF THE PIRATE RIVER MARKED WHERE THE BRIG THE JOLLY ROGER LAY LOW IN THE WATER A RAKISH LOOKING CRAFT FOUL TO THE HULL EVERY BEAM IN HER DETESTABLE LIKE GROUND STREWN WITH MANGLED FEATHERS SHE WAS THE CANNIBAL OF THE SEAS AND SCARCE NEEDED THAT WATCHFUL EYE FOR SHE FLOATED IMMUNE IN THE HORROR OF HER NAME SHE WAS WRAPPED IN THE BLANKET OF NIGHT THROUGH WHICH NO SOUND FROM HER COULD HAVE REACHED THE SHORE THERE WAS LITTLE SOUND AND NONE AGREEABLE SAVE THE WHIR OF THE SHIP'S SEWING MACHINE AT WHICH SMEE SAT EVER INDUSTRIOUS AND OBLIGING THE ESSENCE OF THE COMMONPLACE PATHETIC SMEE I KNOW NOT WHY HE WAS SO INFINITELY PATHETIC UNLESS IT WERE BECAUSE HE WAS SO PATHETICALLY UNAWARE OF IT BUT EVEN STRONG MEN HAD TO TURN HASTILY FROM LOOKING AT HIM AND MORE THAN ONCE ON SUMMER EVENINGS HE HAD TOUCHED THE THOUGHT OF HOOK'S TEARS AND MADE IT FLOW OF THIS AS OF ALMOST EVERYTHING ELSE SMEE WAS QUITE UNCONSCIOUS
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