A few paragraphs from <HURRICANE ROAD> The Eclipse is pursued by a Spanish warship. Thompson relieved Asher of the watch at 6:00 pm. A few rain squalls lay southeast, dark against the horizon. Trade winds, remaining strong from the east, pressed the lee rail to the sea. Ben Bodden, a black Cayman Islander, took the wheel from Gordee Castle. Get Bob Seger well i’m old older now but i’m still running against the wind shirt now. He leaned into it to get the ship’s feel as he repeated the course. Two of the engine gang lay in the lee scuppers, letting the surge wash the heat and grit from their bodies. Most of the crew gathered around the cookhouse though, feasting on fish and rice. Now and again, someone peered aft at the black smudge of smoke, which followed.
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“Holding our lead, sir,” Asher remarked, his nose catching a whiff of hot food. “Doin’ thet for sure,” Thompson agreed, “but weren’t no luck they were on us like thet. I’d wager they had our name, cargo, and destination for we left Florida — just chanced to spy us out a bit late.” He grinned and added, “Us running twenty miles ah shoal water in the dark, well hell, thet may have set them back a mite, too. What say?” Thompson chuckled, nudging Asher. “Yeah, a mite, I spose,” he agreed, embarrassed at the compliment. “Sure are dogging us, though. I’d have figured they’d let off by now.” “Could be, they’re supposing’ we got men and guns aboard yet. More likely they don’t want us doin’ no future business. Don’t mean to let go whatever the reason”.
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Turning his shoulder to the wind, Thompson put a match to a cigar, and blowing smoke, he turned face to wind. “Back in ‘64, ya know, was a blockade-runner, a steamer name of Pee Dee Queen. She ran aground up off Georgetown, in the Carolinas, ya know, and the Yankees up and armed her as a blockader. A smart quick ship she was, too. We had the misfortune to run up on her one night just a tad south of Savannah, if my memory serves me. Chased after y’all daddy’s ship, the old Gull. Gave chase for better then three days for we lost them. Good part of the cargo got burned to keep up steam. Was a crying shame, I’ll tell ya, a crying shame. And thet thar Spaniard astern, well, he appears about as determined as the common Yankee,” Thompson stated with passion.