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On the narrow table at Osteria Grande gold gleamed in the candlelight. Yes just heard the clink of a glass against the neck of a bottle of Rum.
Codha Mastro's hand stretched out toward the bottle, took off with a dry bite the cork, sniffed and drank a generous amount of liquor. Amber drops slid slowly down her chin. The cleansed with the sleeve in a gesture that slow even slower flow. Never pull your eyes from the cards that held his other hand, just a stump cut almost by a Cayman Net.
front of him Captain Poch scratched his ear. He snorted. He scratched his head and coughed, spitting on the ground a large lump of yellow mucus.
"For all the Kings of France! The point here .. .. and maps that give you the Eels Howling no peace!" The customers who huddled around the two held their breath to see the throw on the table the precious maps .. To some eyes shone with greed, but the more you beeper each with its own rite of exorcism and protection. Mastro
Codha fell one by one their cards. Two red, two black. A Jack of Spades. A Queen of Spades. A King of Diamonds. An Ace of Diamonds. Captain Poch
also dropped her. Two red, two black. An Ace. King to a Queen. A Fante. Two red. Two black. Spades. Flowers. Hearts. He had won. He stretched his hands towards the incredible treasure and his precious maps. The Doubloons rattled with each other and poured into a black bag, over the edge of the table.
"Captain Poch" the voice Mastro Codha was curiously flat, almost devoid of emotion. The man continued to fill the bag.
"Captain Poch" he repeated with the same tone, the first looking casually wear nail polish blue. "You cheated. Now I will not say it was done on purpose by you, such baseness. The honor of a sailor is worth more than a few thousand gold coins and a few pieces of paper. I agree?".
Captain stopped. Large drops of sweat beaded on his forehead. His eyes searched the faces of these mushrooms in search of aid, but the law of the sailors was severe against those who brought dishonor.
"I suggest, Captain Poch, to deliver to Mr. Grant the bag that you have so kindly taken care of fill. I think you will not forget the maps, is not it? "
Mastro Codha stood up, bowed to those present and walked casually from the smoky room. None of these dared to breathe. 
On the narrow table at Osteria Grande gold gleamed in the candlelight. Yes just heard the clink of a glass against the neck of a bottle of Rum.
Codha Mastro's hand stretched out toward the bottle, took off with a dry bite the cork, sniffed and drank a generous amount of liquor. Amber drops slid slowly down her chin. The cleansed with the sleeve in a gesture that slow even slower flow. Never pull your eyes from the cards that held his other hand, just a stump cut almost by a Cayman Net.
front of him Captain Poch scratched his ear. He snorted. He scratched his head and coughed, spitting on the ground a large lump of yellow mucus.
"For all the Kings of France! The point here .. .. and maps that give you the Eels Howling no peace!" The customers who huddled around the two held their breath to see the throw on the table the precious maps .. To some eyes shone with greed, but the more you beeper each with its own rite of exorcism and protection. Mastro
Codha fell one by one their cards. Two red, two black. A Jack of Spades. A Queen of Spades. A King of Diamonds. An Ace of Diamonds. Captain Poch
also dropped her. Two red, two black. An Ace. King to a Queen. A Fante. Two red. Two black. Spades. Flowers. Hearts. He had won. He stretched his hands towards the incredible treasure and his precious maps. The Doubloons rattled with each other and poured into a black bag, over the edge of the table.
"Captain Poch" the voice Mastro Codha was curiously flat, almost devoid of emotion. The man continued to fill the bag.
"Captain Poch" he repeated with the same tone, the first looking casually wear nail polish blue. "You cheated. Now I will not say it was done on purpose by you, such baseness. The honor of a sailor is worth more than a few thousand gold coins and a few pieces of paper. I agree?".
Captain stopped. Large drops of sweat beaded on his forehead. His eyes searched the faces of these mushrooms in search of aid, but the law of the sailors was severe against those who brought dishonor.
"I suggest, Captain Poch, to deliver to Mr. Grant the bag that you have so kindly taken care of fill. I think you will not forget the maps, is not it? "
Mastro Codha stood up, bowed to those present and walked casually from the smoky room. None of these dared to breathe.
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