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Patrick O'Brian The Wine-Dark Sea
it, and with this steady wind and beautiful
eastward current, I have only reckoned on
fifty, no more: one seventieth part of the distance.
Fifty multiplied by seventy is three thousand
five hundred, Stephen. And that succulent,
luxurious pudding now in front of you is
the seventieth part of all the duff that you will
eat before we raise the Table Mountain.'
'God love you, Jack, what things you tell me.'
'Never despond, dear Stephen: remember
that Bligh sailed four thousand miles in an
open boat, with not a thousandth part of our
stores. You will never despond, Stephen,' said
Jack with a very slight emphasis. 'And I am
sure you will never find any of the seamen do
so, either.'
'No,' said Stephen, stifling his recollections of
the terrible following seas during the frequent
storms in these latitudes, the perpetual danger