Then there was a lot of tramplin’ of feet on the poop over my ’ead, with a good deal of talkin’; then I ’eard somebody cry out, there was a ’eavy splash in the water alongside, and then everything went quite quiet all of a sudden, and I ’eard no more until mornin’.
— from Dick Leslie's Luck: A Story of Shipwreck and Adventure by Harry Collingwood
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