I cannot, he mumbled. eon, the Standvastigheid, they wereunaware of the cessation of hostilities between the belligerents in therecent war. I want to handover to you, this night, your inheritance, those legacies both corporaland spiritual which belong to you as my only son. SirFrancis barely glanced at him, but scorn was in his voice.
Theywere dressed in pitch-blackened sea-jackets, and two men had axes tocut the anchor cable of the prize. He stood over the anchor ropewhere it was drawn tightly through its fair lead and, with one giganticswing he cut it free. The hearth was long disused. Watching the cannon come on board, Sir Francis realized that he now hadthe force to launch a raid on any of the Dutch trading harbours in theIndies.
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