Liquid fire coursing down his throat jolted Matthew back to life. Through ice-crusted eyelashes he stared at the sailor lowering the grog ladle from his lips, barely able to feel the rough blankets that wrapped his naked body. Then a burly seaman hoisted him on his shoulder and carried him forward, propping him up before a figure who stood with his back to him.

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