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Updated: May 20, 2025
Then the doctor said, "Capgaroupe." "Here," said the Provençal. "Have you Hardquanonne's flask?" "Yes." "Give it me." Capgaroupe drank off the last mouthful of brandy, and handed the flask to the doctor. The water was rising in the hold; the wreck was sinking deeper and deeper into the sea. The sloping edges of the ship were covered by a thin gnawing wave, which was rising.
A cross, and at the side of it, Barbara Fermoy, from Tyrryf Isle, in the Hebrides; Gaizdorra, Captain; Giangirate; Jacques Quartourze, alias le Narbonnais; Luc-Pierre Capgaroupe, from the galleys of Mahon." The sheriff, after a pause, resumed, a "note written in the same hand as the text and the first signature," and he read,
The Provençal signed, LUC-PIERRE CAPGAROUPE, of the Galleys of Mahon. Under these signatures the doctor added a note: "Of the crew of three men, the skipper having been washed overboard by a sea, but two remain, and they have signed." The two sailors affixed their names underneath the note. The northern Basque signed himself, GALDEAZUN. The southern Basque signed, AVE MARIA: Robber.
All were crowded on the centre of the deck. The doctor dried the ink on the signatures by the heat of the torch, and folding the parchment into a narrower compass than the diameter of the neck, put it into the flask. He called for the cork. "I don't know where it is," said Capgaroupe. "Here is a piece of rope," said Jacques Quartourze.
His name was Capgaroupe. He used to drink out of a flat bottle on which there was a name written in red." "Behold it," said the sheriff. He placed on the table something which the secretary had just taken out of the bag. It was a gourd, with handles like ears, covered with wicker. This bottle had evidently seen service, and had sojourned in the water. Shells and seaweed adhered to it.
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