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Of course, I was very frightened by the thought of the seaman with one leg. I even dreamt
about hum every night. But I was less afraid of the captain than others were who knew him.
There were nights when he drank more rum than he should have and then he sat and sang his
wicked, old, wild shanties, and made everyone join in the chorus or listen to his stories. It was
his stories that frightened people most of all. Dreadful stories they were. He must have lived
amongst some of the wickedest men upon the sea and the language in which he told them
shocked our people almost as much as the crimes that he described