Chapter 12: XII

XII Leading Lights That night the Swallows were very late to bed. Soon after the Amazon’s little white sail had vanished beyond the Peak of Darien, Captain John took the hammer and a few nails and the two candle-lanterns and went to the harbour, with Mate Susan to help him, while the able-seaman and the boy washed and wiped after the feast. “You know what they said about the harbour being marked?” said John, showing Susan the stump with the white cross on it. “Well this is one of the m…