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- The W-nch sailed north, along the coast of the American colonies, gliding on the Gulf Stream. As before, Jack brought her across the Atlantic, navigating with admirable precision. She unloaded her cargo in Liverpool, then picked up another cargo, and departed, bound for Calabar. Jack was glad that the EITC dockworkers had wasted no time loading his new cargo. He’d checked the days their voyage had taken, and realized he was actually running close to the record for sailing the Triangle. His W-nch was indeed fast!
- Then they were on the move again, sailing south, past France, past Spain, past Portugal. They took on fresh water in Gibraltar, and then they were hastening south, down the coast of Africa, curving around the bulge, then turning almost due east.
- They reached Calabar on a Thursday, not long before the rainy season was due to begin, and tied up at the EITC dock. Jack checked the date, and sighed. *Missed equaling the record by two bloody days! If we hadn’t diverted to St. Jago, we’d likely have beaten it. Still, not too shabby for a first voyage as a new captain. Not too shabby at all.…*
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- The Price of Freedom, Chapter 6
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