
When we gallant few set off to hunt the wreck of the Hesperus we didn’t fully realise what could be the eventual tragic cost for us, as we sailed through the frozen waters of the Bosphorus our progress was really quite ponderous, the fickleness of the wind made our passage tortuous and the ship’s owners started to think our plans preposterous though our success was eventually fortuitous and made rich men of all of us.
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