A former convict attempts to avenge himself on the sea captain who kidnapped his wife and daughter and framed him for murder.
Then, if I must have a beginning for the yarn (said Captain Shreve), I'll begin with that morning, in this very port of San Francisco, when I walked out of the Shipping Commissioner's office with my first A.B.'s discharge in my hand, and a twelve months' pay-day jingling in my pocket. For I must explain something of my state of mind on that morning, so you will understand how I got Into Yankee Swope's blood-ship.
It was the heyday of the crimps, and I walked through the very heart of crimpdom, along the old East street. It is not a very prepossessing thoroughfare even to-day, when it masquerades as the Embarcadero, a sinner reformed. In those days, when it was just East street, it consisted of solid blocks of ramshackle frame buildings, that housed all the var
Excellent book, I have reread it many times since I was a kid. His other books are equally as good
Very nice piece of work re life on a clipper hell-ship with a psychotic and murderous captain.
Wonderful sea story about life on a clipper ship. I was saddened to finish this great book.