You beat it out of here, while I finish scuppering the rest of the water." A quarter of an hour later, with the three money-sharks still at the mast- heads, Charles Stough Greenleaf was seated in the cabin and sipping a highball, and Dag Daughtry was standing across the table from him, drinking directly from a quart bottle of beer.
"Maybe you haven't guessed it," the Ancient Mariner said; "but this is my fourth voyage after this treasure." "You mean.

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?" Daughtry asked.
"Just that.

There isn't any treasure.