Chapter V

. "A Man out of the Sea." But I must not breathe to you my plot. It is, I fancy, my first real shoot at a story; an odd thing, sir, but, I believe, my own, though there is a little of Scott's _Pirate_ in it, as how should there not? He had the root of romance in such places. Aros is Earraid, where I lived lang syne;[40] the Ross of Grisapol is the Ross of Mull; Ben Ryan, Ben More. I have written to the middle of