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 The R Tucker Thompson

"The passengers and crew eventually stopped watching my aerial escapades and had quite forgotten me, until suddenly someone pointed at the rigging. I had climbed beyond the crosstrees to a place where I could stand on top of the lower mast. I was thrilled. I stayed there some time, imagining how it must have been for the sailors of old to stay their watch, searching the horizon for sails. I was Jack Aubrey in my mind."
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 (Submitted by Noel Sat Mar 27, 2004 )

  


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