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That evening you squirm your way through the porthole and drop onto the deck. Because the ship is anchored, only one man is on watch. You can see him standing on the afterdeck gazing up at the moon. Keeping low, you work your way up to the bow. The water looks black except for the shimmering patches of reflected moonlight. You climb over the side, grab hold of the anchor chain, slide down bit by bit, and drop quietly into the sea. With strong firm strokes you swim steadily to the shore. A flash of light startles you. It’s just a patch of phosphorous, but it makes you think of other perils. With each stroke you wonder whether or not a shark or stingray may be about to attack. Turn to page 18.