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Post by Ringulf on Oct 11, 2010 13:07:20 GMT -5
The darkness was so complete that the water could barely be seen unless the luminescence of the algae stirred when the oars dipped into the water to propel the little tender from the the ship toward the dark Pictish shoreline.
The large man in the stern of the boat strained his eyes to see the beach. He finally heard the surf then saw the surf line as it foamed on the strand of white sand.
"Over there," he said in a surly dark voice, "..pull to starboard and between those two rocks, turn around before the surf line I will wade in."
The oarsman nodded and did as commanded. The large man swung himself over the transom and silently entered the water. It was a bit past his waist and as he reached back to retrieve the bundle he was taking with him a swell lifted the dingy slightly and saturated his cloths up to his chest.
Carrying the wrapped bundle he turned and waded into shore as the small boat pulled for the main ship.
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