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If I am ever trapped on a boat that is actually a cage maze with fake hazards, I guess I will do fine.
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Sometimes you will knock over half the tray of welcome drink on yourself and, covered in champagne at 9am in the early stages of a sixteen-hour day, you…
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as related to me by the sea-captain M.— C.—, in a tavern in the port of Hamburg, in the summer of the year before the plague Once upon a time the…
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In the grass and over and under every corrugated-tin fishing shack and ramshackle dinghy lounged cats: cats rummaging through piles of fish heads, cats…
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The ship sailed out of Harlingen late at night with the high tide, the ragged end of the waning blood moon swollen huge and low over the water, the…
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On March 8th of last year I walked out of my apartment in New York for what would be the last time, although I didn’t know that then.
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The sky was dense with white-spun clouds and everything looked like a black-and-white picture. White snow, grey stone, grey water, grey light. “Hey…
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There are a lot of sea-stories about Heinke, all of them as wonderful as they are true.
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