368 How sick?to wait?in any place?but thine? I knew last night?when someone tried to twine? Thinking?perhaps?that I looked tired?or alone? Or breaking?almost?with unspoken pain? And I turned?ducal? That right?was thine? One port?suffices?for a Brig?like mine? Ours be the tossing?wild though the sea? Rather than a Mooring?unshared by thee. Ours be the Cargo?unladed?here? Rather than the "spicy isles?" And thou?not there?