300 word narration
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EnglishVoice Age
Senior (55+)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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I remember him as if it were yesterday as he came plotting to the indoor, his sea chest following behind him in a hand barrel, a tall, strong, heavy man, his Terry pigtail following over his shoulders of his soiled blue coat, his hands ragged and skirt with black broken nails. And the sabre cut across one cheek, a dirty live in white. I remember him looking about the cover and whistling to himself as he did so and then breaking out in that old see song that he sang so offered Afterwards, 15 men are a dead man's chest. Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum in the high, old, tottering voice seem to have been tuned and broken that the capstan bars. Then he rapped on the door with a bit of a stick like a hand spike that he carried. And then my father appeared called roughly out for a glass of rum. This when it was brought to him, he drank slowly, like a connoisseur, lingering on the taste and still looking about him at the cliffs and up from the sign board. There's our heart, a cove, he said at length and a pleasant city had got a pickle shop. Much company, mate. My father told him no very little company. The more was the pity.