‘Spirits of the Board are you with us?’ her small, shaky voice said. Nothing happened. I looked at Jack with a smirk and he winked back at me. We were there alright. I’d been there since 1944 when my ship was bombed by the Americans. Sometimes our mates died in our arms, crying, begging to go... read more
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