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Zebulon lay on his bunk listening to the shouts of men climbing into the rigging. Hours later, the ship under full sail, he heard sounds coming from the next cabin; they were sonorous and melancholy chords from an instrument he had never heard before. As he listened, he remembered the shape of Delilah’s ankles and the slow sway of her broad hips as she stepped out of the lifeboat.