'Story of Flynn'

  From out of a deck hatch, a red headed boy emerged and

 stood for a moment, gazing in wonder at the market, spreading 

back from the dock. The ship had reached Morocco and the 

hustle and noise from the trading below, wafted up the rigging

 and into the sails above. Flynn the cabin boy, now moved from 

the deck, across the gangplank and down into the melee below.

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