Avon Fantasy Reader No. 10 — page 84: what you’re looking at

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skipper. He says they have waived your physical defects and will give you all the help you need. But they’ve got to have you.” The captain shook his head. “He's wrong, I say. There is no such a ship. There was one once, but she rotted her life away ta the back channel. They sold her finally to a wrecking company and broke het up for scrap. All I have to say to that is whoever bought that scrap had better have a care as to how they use it. For she was a vindictive wench. The Sadie Saxon bore gradges and would have her way no matter what you did... .” “Yes, sit,” said the messenger, eagerly, “that’s the ship—the Sadze Saxon —a cargo type vessel! They’ve put her back in commission but she won't leave port. They need ships now that America is at war. Every ship. That's why they necd you. The commander says please come. If you want, he'll send an ainbulance.” “The Sadie Saxon,” whispered the old captain, suddenly rapt with nos- talgia for World War days when he and she were in their prime. Then aloud, “He needn’t bother about the ambulance. I can get there under my own power, son. Give me a hand so I can get up and go dress. The old uniform still fits, thank God.’ Captain Tolliver’s senility seemed to drop from him as a cloak the mo- ment the well-worn bluc garments were back on his lean frame. He looked a little ruefully at the tarnished gold lace on the sleeves and at the cap device the years had tinted with green mold, but nevertheless he brushed the uniform carefully, squared his shoulders, and marched down the steps without availing himself of the sailor's proftered arm. “So they didn’t break her up after all?” said the captain, as they waited at the curb in the hope a cruising taxi would come by. “How come? I know she was sold.” “Yoo expensive. She was part of a contract for scrap to be sent to the Japs some months ago, but they only worked three days on her. She killed nine men the first day they brought their cutting torches aboard, all of them ia different ways. One of her booms crashed down the second day and smashed five others. On the third day seven suffocated in a hold, and two slipped and fell overboard. The men said she was jinxed and threatened to call a strike So they put a tug alongside and hauled her back to her old berth.” Captain Tolliver chuckled. | “For the Japs, huh? She knew it even before they attacked Pearl Harbor, but I might have told ’era. But what's this about her refusing to leave port. Doesn’t that sound a little silly to you?” His faded old eyes twinkled when he asked the question. It was one that did sound silly, when a person came to think about it. Yet he knew it was not silly and one an experienced sailorman would answer as seriously as he could. “There's no other word for it, sir,” replied the bluejacket, soberly. “She 82 s comicbooks.com