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sharp pang, and there I was pinned by the shoulder to the mast. In the horrid pain and surprise of the moment⁠—I scarce can say it was by my own volition, and I am sure it was without a conscious aim⁠—both my pistols went off, and both escaped out of my hands. They did not fall alone; with a choked cry the coxswain loosed his grasp upon the shrouds, and plunged head first into the water.