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Gavan O'Connell 11
Contributed by
ramfire
on
Friday, 16th February 2007 @ 02:45:49 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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“I know how to work.”
“That’s good because that’s what you’re going to do right now. Mate will bring you oilskins. You’re to go topside and lend a hand.”
Gavan O’Connell accepted this directive without a word. He felt weak and sick, but the captain had spoken and he didn’t appear to be a man to be taken lightly. He put two fingers to his brow in a hesitant salute and spoke haltingly. “ Whatever----you say.”
Captain Nielsen nodded his head acknowledging the salute. “Do your job man, and we’ll get along.” Nielsen left.
Larsen brought him the oilskins and rubber boots. They went topside where the wind and water were. Larsen gave him a coil of line to hold.. “Hold this line and don’t let it drop. If you drop it, I’ll put you in the yards. Hold it till I get back. Don’t go near the sides. Stay here. Don’t sit down. You understand?”
“Yes.”
Larsen left.
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