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Gibbs took a pull at the bottle in his fist. "S'bad luck," he grumbled, "I told him, but did he listen?" He drank deep once more. "'Course not."
"Ye're a fool to stick by 'im," he told himself, for what felt like the thousandth time. He put a steadying hand to the gunwale as his legs buckled. He drank again; squinted shoreward.
He eyed the ravens circling the distant promontory with misgiving. Two days since Jack'd disappeared into that ill-omened place and the crew was growing restless with waiting.
"Naught of good'll come o' this," he muttered, "Mark my words."
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