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Would you dare be the surgeon on board a sailing ship in the 1700s? You'll need to know where to find dragon's blood, how to drill into a skull without anesthetic, how to stop rotting limbs from falling off!

Would you dare be the surgeon on board a sailing ship in the 1700s? You'll need to know where to find dragon's blood, how to drill into a skull without anesthetic, how to stop rotting limbs from falling off! Learn all of the curious cures you'll need to treat dreadful diseases at sea. all members.

Crabtree Connections). St. Catharines, ON: Crabtree, 2011. As one has come to expect of Crabtree publications, Sick at Sea? is generously illustrated with numerous colour photographs, and "fact boxes" supplement the main text by providing additional information. Those familiar with Crabtree books will know that the book concludes with a glossary of words that had been bolded in the text, a brief phy and an index.

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But I dragged from deck to deck, half asleep on my feet. Still, I kept one eye out for the cat who might be keeping one eye out for me. At long last I was on the right deck. At long last I was on the right deck pet, weaving along the creaking, sleeping ship. A little woozy, I slipped beneath a cabin door. Surely my sisters were home before me. A shaded light burned within. Camilla was not in the bed. Nor Louise at the foot of it. I looked underneath. No eyes glowed from there. Beatrice was making herself scarce. But the cabin was not empty