None of it made sense. There had been no discernible physical change. Nothing went overtly wrong with either of them.
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They just fell asleep. Marle carried Tynter twelve rounds, and was making short work of him when it all just stopped. Marle stood up for the thirteenth round and sat right back down again. His lifelong desire to be there among the elite slipped away in a few seconds, leaving him to look like a vagrant in a train yard. Something had gotten hold of him, and the championship that was his for the taking vanished as he declined to rise again.
His corner men spent years in the taverns telling the story and searching for an answer. Most of his days after that were spent sitting on the bed and staring out the window from his farm in the wind-blown grass hills. Fight Night at the Charles Street Armory had ended less than an hour ago, where the young middleweight cleaned up the floor with a high-pedigree kid from Virginia, some Golden Gloves hotshot with a real future ahead of him, until he met Gerry Winbourne. Like his ancestors, no one saw him coming, and he was all but unstoppable. The party had mostly gone home.
Victory brings its own special elation, and no one ever tires of it. Tonight, it was a stroll around his new kingdom, and the waterfront was his favorite part of it. Less than a hundred yards to the right stood the old McCormack spice plant, still hard at work. On any given afternoon, you could walk down Light Street and smell the spice of the day. The drab brick exterior with the many small windows reeked of turn-of-the-century labor. Gerry had seen the old industrial newsreels as a kid, always set to driving music and heroic narrations that made it all sound like a war.
What a thing of beauty she was, looking just as proud and fit for duty as she was in , to her rebuilding in She was the last warship constructed that used wind power alone. This was no bon-bon ship, either, working well into the twentieth century. Many people are quick to mention that Baltimore has always been a candidate for most haunted city in America , especially in the nineteenth century. Ghosts are everywhere, so the locals say. With an inordinate number of churches in the city, they are seen kneeling at communion rails and patrolling the aisles at Mass in Sunday processions all over town.
They poke their heads out of every nook and cranny to scare visitors and buyers in old houses. They come out of fireplaces, art museums, antique concert halls and national monuments. That is perfectly reasonable, with Baltimore owning the house of Edgar Allen Poe. People are fond of saying that if the dead intend to inhabit the city to such an extent, they might as well start paying taxes and share the rent. Nowhere, however, was the pastime of haunting more prevalent than in close proximity of the water, and the goings-on aboard the U.
Constellation was the stuff of local legend. Between ghost tours of the inner harbor and pamphlets naming each phantom, complete with the odd circumstances of their passing, the population of Baltimore has had more fun with the paranormal than anyone in the country. A few phantoms hung around out of fondness for the ship, and many more were said to walk the decks anonymously. Gerry ambled by, caught up in the immediate memories of his victory that night, and began to reenact it on the dock.
Thirty seconds or so of study and he could have easily taken him out, but that would have cheated the fans, so he let the poor sucker think that they were peers. But the fourth round! Gerry wondered what Mr. Richmond was doing tonight after his first loss.
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Cutting short his retake on the fight, Gerry realized that he was tired, and that ticked him off. Removing his baseball cap, he spread his arms and bowed to the old ship. Hearing no answer, he smirked, lifted his head and playfully cocked one ear. Anybody home? Dead or alive?
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Gotta buy a ticket after tonight! You gotta rethink your business plan Baseball cap back on sideways, he strutted back down the promenade, slow, lazy, and humming out of tune. It was a windless night coming in from Curtis Bay, but the Constellation rocked, just a little. Gerry left the waterfront trying to remember the second verse. Roseherder In this book " Their Theif", I enjoyed the plot structure and the multiple points of view as a way of creating tension. The characters all fit the roles perfectly and I love the emotional value in this story as well.
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