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"And this is Tomas," Jackie says. "How are you doing, Tomas?" "I tell you, Captain, I have rested long enough." The young man's eyes smolder. "I have eaten my soup and drunk those foul juices and now I would like to get back to the business of sailing this boat very fast, eh?" "Tomas fell ill on Day 9." Jackie says, ignoring his outburst. "Yesterday. Right in the middle of the storm."
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Tomas says nothing. Jackie goes on, "I found him huddled up on deck, looking, ah, confused," she remembers. "In shock. He was pale and shaking with cold. I thought at first he had been hit on the head." "I was not hit on the head," Tomas says. He is still angry. "No, no, I found no lumps on his head. But I took
him below and put him here in the bunk. I was getting used to this by
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