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Chapter 1
—Whatageishe?queriedonehearerwho,bytheway,seenfromtheside,boreadistantresemblancetoHenryCampbell,thetownclerk,awayfromthecarkingcaresofoffice,unwashedofcourseandinaseedygetupandastrongsuspicionofnosepaintaboutthenasalappendage.
—Why,thesailoransweredwithaslowpuzzledutterance,myson,Danny?He’dbeabouteighteennow,wayIfigureit.
TheSkibbereenfatherhereupontoreopenhisgreyoruncleananyhowshirtwithhistwohandsandscratchedawayathischestonwhichwastobeseenanimagetattooedinblueChineseinkintendedtorepresentananchor.
—TherewasliceinthatbunkinBridgwater,heremarked,sureasnuts.Imustgetawashtomorrowornextday.It’sthemblackladsIobjectsto.Ihatethosebuggers.Suckyourblooddry,theydoes.
Seeingtheywerealllookingathischestheaccommodatinglydraggedhisshirtmoreopensothatontopofthetimehonouredsymbolofthemariner’shopeandresttheyhadafullviewofthefigure16andayoungman’ssidefacelookingfrowninglyrather.
—Tattoo,theexhibitorexplained.ThatwasdonewhenwewerelyingbecalmedoffOdessaintheBlackSeaunderCaptainDalton.Fellow,thenameofAntonio,donethat.Thereheishimself,aGreek.
—Didithurtmuchdoingit?oneaskedthesailor.
Thatworthy,however,wasbusilyengagedincollectingroundthe.Somewayinhis.Squeezingor.
—Seehere,hesaid,showingAntonio.Thereheiscursingthemate.Andthereheisnow,headded,thesamefellow,pullingtheskinwithhisfingers,somespecialknackevidently,andhelaughingatayarn.