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Fearfully the samurai began to walk into the sea, knowing he was a dead man. Blackthorne joined him and when the man's head went under he pulled him up, none too kindly, and made him swim, letting him flounder but never dangerously all the way out to the wreck, the man coughing and retching and holding on. Then he pulled him ashore again and twenty yards from the shallows he shoved him off. Swim

Very good, Anjin-san, Naga said. Very wise. He laughed again, then said, Please, I send men for bamboo. For raft, neh? Tomorrow try to get all here.

It won't help you, I'm afraid.

Very good, Anjin-san, Naga said. Very wise. He laughed again, then said, Please, I send men for bamboo. For raft, neh? Tomorrow try to get all here.

What? Oh, so sorry, Sire, please excuse me for offending you.

Very good, Anjin-san, Naga said. Very wise. He laughed again, then said, Please, I send men for bamboo. For raft, neh? Tomorrow try to get all here.

Ah, gomen nasai, Naga-san. With signs and pictures in the sand he explained, damning his lack of words, how to make a raft and tie it to the spines at low tide; then the next high tide would float the wreck and they could pull it ashore and beach it. At the next low tide it would be easy to manage because they would have laid rollers for it to rest on.

No, no thank- Blackthorne stopped and shaded his eyes. Father Alvito was standing on a dune, watching them.

The ronin-samurai quailed and rolled his eyes. So sorry, Sire, I can't swim.

Ah, gomen nasai, Naga-san. With signs and pictures in the sand he explained, damning his lack of words, how to make a raft and tie it to the spines at low tide; then the next high tide would float the wreck and they could pull it ashore and beach it. At the next low tide it would be easy to manage because they would have laid rollers for it to rest on.

Ah, gomen nasai, Naga-san. With signs and pictures in the sand he explained, damning his lack of words, how to make a raft and tie it to the spines at low tide; then the next high tide would float the wreck and they could pull it ashore and beach it. At the next low tide it would be easy to manage because they would have laid rollers for it to rest on.

No, thank you, Naga-san, Blackthorne said. All finish here today. Please excuse me a moment. He went to get his clothes and swords but his men brought them to him quickly. Unhurriedly, he dressed and stuck his swords in his sash.

Now it was silent on the beach and Blackthorne knew all were waiting to see what would happen. He was furious with himself, for an order was an order and involuntarily he had given a death sentence that was not merited this time. He thought a moment. Toranaga-sama's orders, all men learn swim. Neh? All my vassals swim within thirty days. Better swim in thirty days. You, in water - get first lesson now.

No, no thank- Blackthorne stopped and shaded his eyes. Father Alvito was standing on a dune, watching them.

What are you going to do, try to float the hulk?

More pull today?

Blackthorne showed them how to take the ropes to one side, then to the other, trying to ease the wreck to port or starboard but it was as fixed as though anchored.

More pull today?

What are you going to do, try to float the hulk?

Dozo? Naga said, puzzled.

Now it was silent on the beach and Blackthorne knew all were waiting to see what would happen. He was furious with himself, for an order was an order and involuntarily he had given a death sentence that was not merited this time. He thought a moment. Toranaga-sama's orders, all men learn swim. Neh? All my vassals swim within thirty days. Better swim in thirty days. You, in water - get first lesson now.

Fearfully the samurai began to walk into the sea, knowing he was a dead man. Blackthorne joined him and when the man's head went under he pulled him up, none too kindly, and made him swim, letting him flounder but never dangerously all the way out to the wreck, the man coughing and retching and holding on. Then he pulled him ashore again and twenty yards from the shallows he shoved him off. Swim

Good afternoon, Blackthorne said, going over to Alvito. The priest looked drawn but there was friendliness in his face, as there had been before their violent quarrel outside Mishima. Blackthorne's caution increased.

Hipparuuuuuuu he shouted again and hawsers jerked, the sea dripping off them like sweat, but the wreck did not budge.

Hipparuuuuuuu he shouted again and hawsers jerked, the sea dripping off them like sweat, but the wreck did not budge.

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