Treasure on the Southern Moor; Chapter 8: Repairs and a Rest; Pgs. 214-215
. The sun was setting, and evening stars were leaping into the night sky. Captain Underwood went into his cabin for a moment, and when he came back, he carried his fipple flute in his hands, and the doctor with his cello and the chaplain his violin joined the captain upon the quarterdeck. The three of them played for the guests who had sat down to eat, and the tunes sang out upon the harbor and reached the ears of those on the fort of Mazagan.
. Dick, with his rusty red hair, was perched on the ratlines a few feet up from the main deck. “You’ll be the one up there in Lee Watson’s absence,” Captain Underwood had told him that morning, and Dick was pleased with the new task, yet as they were in harbor, there was no need to be in either of the ship’s tops. He had been up to the higher top for a little bit anyway as soon as the work had been completed for the day.
. “How large is Africa?” asked Adrianna as she looked out at the bastions of the fort on shore. “Will we be where we’re going in a month?”
. “It’s a lot longer than that,” said Adrian. “We’ve only been on this journey about a month so far. It will take a few more than that to arrive.”
. “Aye,” said Dick with his thick Yorkshire accent he had obtained in his early years in the fishing vessels near Whitby town. “We have to cross many lands first, I’ve heard – desert shores and tropical forests and different islands along the way. I say, though,” he ended, “it was rather a surprise having so many of our crew turn on us the way they did.”
. “It was that,” said Adrian.
. Yet as soon as the meal was served, no one thought much on Northrup or any of the prisoners (except the one guarding them), and the caught fowl and fish and cheese from Africa and other dishes consumed most of their thoughts. It was well dark, and silver beams of moonlight glinted upon the waters, though the moon was waning and there wasn’t much of it. All the stars and constellations were out, and lanterns were lit throughout. The Portuguese left to their homes, filled from the meal and told to report back tomorrow.
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