12 deck at my feet. It was a flying fish who had been attracted by the light in the shack.
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Sunday, May 10.
A thick pea-soup fog enveloped both sides of rum row today. Bells could be heard jangling every few minutes from ships that were anchored, and at regular intervals, long blasts of steam whistles,[?] indicated that some ships were under / way. The fog is an advantage to the 'wets'. During the day reports were received that 150 cases were landed on Long Island at the town of Easthampton. The fog is hanging on while the rum smugglers draw in near shore to make contacts. The 'dry' fleet has doubled vigilance as pilots of liners reported eight ' wets ' off Sandy Hook, although there isn't much that can be done until the fog lifts.
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Night after night under cover of darkness, the Diligence with darkened ship patroles the area of activity.