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Third Mate Corbett had left him with a loaded flintlock. He had a single

pistol shot. Luckily, he had kept the powder dry. He kept it in the cave where he
slept. If all else failed, he thought, there was always that way off the island. But as
long as there was any hope, he’d wait it out.

He looked out again at the endless horizon. The waves were beautiful.
Beautiful, and endless. The horizon held nothing. Nothing at all.

Another day passed. The Indigo approached from the opposite side of the

island and was coming into the shallows of the cove. Willie had been killed and
the crew had voted to rescue the Captain. The morning mist thinned slightly as
the sun rose before them. All eyes sought the Captain. As they put out the anchor,
they heard the echo of a pistol’s shot from the jungle interior.

Corbett saluted the land, assumed command and hoisted anchor. They
would not try the Triangle a second time. The Indigo sailed for home.