[Wolves of the Sea by Randall Parrish]@TWC D-Link bookWolves of the Sea CHAPTER I 16/19
I could only watch them, quickly assured that I had likewise attracted the girl's attention, and that her gaze occasionally sought mine.
Then the guards came to me, and, with my limbs freed of fetters, I was passed down the steep ladder into the semi-darkness between decks, where we were to be confined.
The haunting memory of her face accompanied me below, already so clearly defined as to be unforgettable. It proved a dismal, crowded hole in which we were quartered like so many cattle, it being merely a small space forward, hastily boxed off by rough lumber, the sides and ends built up into tiers of bunks, the only ventilation and light furnished by the open hatch above.
The place was clean enough, being newly fitted for the purpose, but was totally devoid of furnishings, the only concession to comfort visible was a handful of fresh straw in each bunk.
The men, herded and driven down the ladder, were crowded into the central space, the majority still on their feet, but a few squatting dejectedly on the deck.
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