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“Death is at all times solemn, but never so much so as at sea. The man is near you—at your side—you hear his voice, and in an instant he is gone [...] There is always an empty berth in the forecastle, and one man wanting when the small night watch is mustered. [...] You miss his form, and the sound of his voice, for habit had made them almost necessary to you, and each of your senses feels the loss.” 😭

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