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'rusted in exiled hands,' you know. But it's quite a wonderful thing to find out on old Trasket. I'd no idea that the Spanish Main was really so close at hand!"
"We did have such fun," Garth said. "The fire was so nice in the dark, and before I went to sleep Joan said some poetry—that merman one, you know, and then some of yours."
"Mine!" said Jim, turning an astonished gaze upon Joan, who busied herself with the sheet.
"I hope you don't mind," she said. "I learned some of them. I like them."
"I'm highly honored," said Jim. "I didn't know that any one liked them very much, except this old person."
He put his arm around Garth and slid a hand through his son's wind-blown hair.
"Let's see where the boom caught you, Cap'n," he said.
