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“The ship is arranged with the greatest nicety; her decks are as white as snow - her hammocks are stowed with care - her ropes are taught - her yards square - her guns run out - and a guard of marines, under the orders of a lieutenant, prepared to receive every member of the court with the honour due to his rank... The great cabin is prepared, with a long table covered with a green cloth. Pens, ink, paper, prayer-books, and the Articles of War are laid round to every member.”

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The Wager: A Tale of Shipwreck, Mutiny and Murder

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David Grann
David Grann

David Grann is an American journalist known for his in-depth investigative reporting. Born on March 10, 1967, he graduated from the Columbia University Graduate School of Journalism. Grann's work often delves into themes such as history, law, and crime. His books 'The Lost President' and 'Killers of the Flower Moon' have received widespread acclaim. more

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