Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Spring 1812 - The Nanny Thing


Uncle Billy's eyebrows came together. He scratched the side of his nose. "The ship's been at anchor for more days than any of the men can remember. None of them can tell me when it arrived. No one has seen a crew. Yet, not a lad has been curious about it. They look at it like a rock or shoal to navigate around."

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