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Jack's hand closed tightly on the stick and he raised it, ready to strike.
The door hinges creaked. Jack's pulse was thumping as he had never known it to do. There was, of course, the bare possibility that this might be the watchman paying them a visit to see that all was well, and Jack had no desire to lay the worthy Cap'n Crumbie out on the cabin floor with a cracked skull.