Wet and wind, the two incessant, causing my bones to ache in ways I had only heretofore read
about. I had never prepared for such adversities as the open seas.
Even at night, below decks, amongst the cargo where crewmen lay
in hammocks, the cold of the seas infiltrated my very being.
Who am I, you ask? I am Gideon
Granville Vincent, a librarian and scholar by all accounts, a sailor,
brigand, cutthroat by none. Somehow, as yet unbeknownst to me, I find
myself amongst the latter, welcomed as their brethren, on a journey
to what horizons I know not.
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