Nicholas McInnis
A gateway to the past, our past. Long before modern technology and comprehensive mapping. When satellites and drones could not see everything, and where areas of the globe remained undiscovered, mysterious, and daunting. I felt transported by this book. Amazing read ⚓️
Joy Onokoko
For a long time, though I certainly did my best to listen, I could hear nothing but a low gabbling; but at last the voices began to grow higher, an d I could pick up a word or two, mostly oaths, from the captain. "No, no, no, no; and an end of it!" he cried once. And again, "If it comes to swinging, swing all, say I." Then all of a sudden there was a tremendous explosion of oaths and other noises—the chair and table went over in a lump, a clash of steel followed, and then a cry of pain, and the next instant I saw Black Dog in full flight, and the captain hotly pursuing, both with drawn cutlasses, and the former streaming blood from the left shoulder. Just at the door, the captain aimed at the fugitive one last frame to this day. That blow was the last of the battle. Once out upon the road,