babylon dutch continued / вавилонский голландец длительный

Three: men. maps and metal

Walking away from the hut of the fast-fingered old woman, I could see the Captain tending to the last of some cargo as it was hauled up from the dock on a treacherous looking pulley; the captain nodded to me and then raised his eyebrows at the ensuing four letter invective that I let fly. Falk had heard just about every sailor’s curse in his time at sea, but rarely so explosively and so continually. I was still swearing and spitting as I strode up to the gangplank.
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