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Back up in the cockpit, Brendan expertly pilots the Canary close to the Celeste, and you and Jackie take turns shouting the information to Terry. The wind has turned shrill and cold, tearing the tops off the waves. At last, Terry takes the information and goes below to the radio. Minutes drag by.
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"Now we wait," Jackie says, and smiles. "But I know the outcome already. The doctor will say he is not sure, there may be trouble. And so to be safe we will have to give up the race." Then she stands bolt upright in the cockpit. "Brendan!
Fall off! Monster, monster, monster!" |
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