I cast up the notches on my post, and found I had been on shore three hundred and sixty-five days.

He turned back, took her hand, shook his head denyingly […]

A local doctor had bought one canvas and but for that lucky chance he would have been out of pocket. Now he was muttering grumpily at Edmund, Have to get something better this trip, Edmund.

A former underwear model, he was always afraid of being seen as just another pretty face.