... On a serene water surface they were alone; for hundreds of kilometers around there was not a soul, only the ocean sparkled under the sun and swayed on the water strands of floating algae. Deck of a drifting two-masted ketch. Hiding, Dennison did not take his eyes off the captain. If Dennison kills him now, quickly and imperceptibly to the civilized world, the captain's ship, his money, and even his name, indicated in the documents, will belong to him. And when Dennison, a vagrant, gets into the field of view of the civilized world next time, he will turn into Captain James, a hero imbued with legends. James had no idea, nor could he have suspected, that the sun-burnt, sun-drenched, shore-drenched loboshake working its way to New York hid an iron grip and determination... » Translation: AND. Nepochatova