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... ors scurried up and down the mast like monkeys, as three sails unfurled fiercely, and the blue ensign of the Royal Navy reserves soared high.
Under Colonel Fitzroy’s orders, the Beagle blared its whistle madly as it charged full speed towards the mouth of the Thames.
This action naturally drew a stream of curses from the merchant ships on the Thames River.
"Fuck your mother! Are you blind?"
"Son of a bitch, are you rushing to Hell?"
Some merchant sailors w ...
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