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Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die: Into the valley of Death   Rode the six hundred.- “The Charge of the Light Brigade” Chapter 1 The sea spray burned cold against his hands and face, making his desperate work tying down the sail harder, but not slower. He hardly noticed it as he sprinted across the wide deck, the ship tilting heavily as the crosswaves crashed into the side. Out of the flurry of moving people and shouting, he heard Charles yell out for help, and rushed over, skidding slightly on the soaked deck. Without a word, he grabbed the rope of the high mast, and together wit