Nagrek

He lunged at Scragger, who sidestepped and pulled the trigger of his leveled pistol, but at that second Nagrek crashed into him and the ball whined harmlessly into the fog.

Tai-Pan Clavell, James 1966

Gorth and Nagrek Thumb were ranged alongside Brock and Liza and the girls.

Tai-Pan Clavell, James 1966

Nagrek turned to Brock, forcing his heated mind off the girl.

Tai-Pan Clavell, James 1966

The bosun sounded eight bells, and Nagrek was filled with panic at the risk he was about to take.

Tai-Pan Clavell, James 1966

Scragger whirled, snarling, and hacked at Nagrek with his cutlass, wounding him slightly, then turned in the melee and hurled himself at Brock again.

Tai-Pan Clavell, James 1966

Gorth lunged for Nagrek and cursed with pain as the pitch of the wound in his side parted.

Tai-Pan Clavell, James 1966

This afternoon on board, helpless with terror and longing, he had whispered to her and seen the blush and heard her whisper back, “Yes, Nagrek, tonight at eight bells.”

Tai-Pan Clavell, James 1966

When Brock had caught his breath, he stripped Nagrek and waited until he was conscious.

Tai-Pan Clavell, James 1966

Brock pulled out his pistols and gave them to Nagrek.

Tai-Pan Clavell, James 1966

Nagrek Thumb was captain of the White Witch, a large, thickset Manxman with huge hands and a face the color of pickled oak.

Tai-Pan Clavell, James 1966