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        'I'm blind, Rex.  I can't see,' Murphy panicked.

        'Nor I," Ryan consoled him. 'But I'm beginning to get blurred outlines.  It's the glare affecting our eyes.  Give it time.  They'll adjust!'

        As Ryan predicted, their sight slowly improved, although when it was fully restored, they wished otherwise, for the scene that unfolded before them was one of utter brutality.

        Ryan swallowed down the lump in his throat while forced to watch in utter frustration as his fellow inmates crawled from the hellhole below deck.  Poor, wretched beings who, should they drop on reaching the deck, were savagely dragged or booted asided so others could exit. 

Author of Australian History

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