He kept his own mouth shut when he was ashore, simply trusting in those men whose bounden duty it was to wage the war. At sea, it was a different matter. Here, on this vessel, he was President, law-giver, and, if the chance came, he was war-wager, too. He hated the invader of these fruitful pastures of the sea, hated him not only for ships shot down and dories gunned, but also - perhaps even more - for the cruel wastefulness of good men's work.
(from The Gaunt Woman, by Edmund Gilligan)
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