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He tapped his knarled fingers on the wood of the table. The right hand shifted: Now handling a large mug of rum, now stroking his auburn beard. His hand, his body, the stool, desk and entire cabin wheeled languidly starboard with a creak, as the lamp overhead swung to port, then all begun to swap orientations. The swinging of the lamp pulled shadows from wall to opposite wall. Light danced on the canvas treasure map below. Light danced across the buckles and rings of his clothes. Light danced in his eyes.