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The water's barely seeping up. " "Let's widen the crack -but not too much. Just enough to let a trickle come up. " Garion bent his will and felt Durnik's will join with his. Together they shouldered the crack in the rock a bit wider. The water lying beneath the rock layer gushed upward. Together they pulled back and felt the water begin to erode the hard-packed dirt under the wall seeping and spreading in the darkness beneath the surface. "Let's move on " Durnik whispered..
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Pontoon which was itself near the end of its travel on the ropes attaching it to the ship; it was canted at an angle of thirty degrees or more the hullside edge pointing up towards the dangling steps. The soldiers were at the bottom of those steps lowering a wire ladder to the pontoon. She edged back from the rail crawled to the centre-line pipework and got up on the far side. She kept ducked-down and ran sternwards towards the superstructure. Her naked feet slapped quietly; the metal covering the half-empty tanks beneath her soles felt cool and still wet from the morning mists The soldiers were on the port side; she entered the superstructure from starboard. Comparative silence. Le Cercle's donkey engine was still running creating that hardly audible subtly soothing whine she'd grown used to in the nights aboard. She crept to the nearest companionway listening glancing all around. The galley's gleaming surfaces.
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