The wheel and the navigating instruments were sternward, under a spread of heavy canvas, a protection against rain and sun. ‘We may have to,’ Gerald answered thoughtfully, staring at the window to one side. The assemblage which was gathered together was almost countless. I was—I was a corespondent. When he awoke it was late in the day, and he was surprised to find Blueskin seated by his bedside, watching over him with a drawn sword on his knee, a pistol in each hand, and a blood-stained cloth bound across his brow. This is also the ragged edge of the world, too.
Video ID: TW96aWxsYS81LjAgQXBwbGVXZWJLaXQvNTM3LjM2IChLSFRNTCwgbGlrZSBHZWNrbzsgY29tcGF0aWJsZTsgQ2xhdWRlQm90LzEuMDsgK2NsYXVkZWJvdEBhbnRocm9waWMuY29tKSAtIDE4LjIxNi40Ny4xNjkgLSAyMy0wOS0yMDI0IDE5OjMxOjMwIC0gNzE0ODM2NTc0
This video was uploaded to twincitieshomes.info on 20-09-2024 17:33:34
Related resources: Ref1 - Ref2 - Ref3 - Ref4 - Ref5 - Ref6 - Ref7 - Ref8