{"product_id":"2940013668935","title":"Rockbound","description":"When David was eighteen he heard from some of the Outpost fishermen\u003cbr\u003ethat his great-uncle Uriah, the rich king of Rockbound, wanted a\u003cbr\u003efisherman.  Here was his opportunity; for weeks, in fact, ever\u003cbr\u003esince old Gershom Born had talked with him, he had wondered how he\u003cbr\u003ewould get up courage to face the old man and tell him what he knew.\u003cbr\u003eIn his yellow dory he set out from Big Outpost one morning of early\u003cbr\u003esummer.  The sea was apparently oil-smooth, but a ground swell\u003cbr\u003ealways runs among these outer islands, and the flood tide was\u003cbr\u003eagainst him.  He tugged hard at the splintered spruce oars, which\u003cbr\u003ehad seen two years service on the Grand Banks, lifting his elbows\u003cbr\u003eat the finish of his stroke in a manner peculiar to the Outposters.\u003cbr\u003eWith slack water he gave himself a spell and drifted idly for a\u003cbr\u003elittle, a yellow speck on an immense floor of blue.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe looked up at the sky half-conscious of his insignificance in the\u003cbr\u003euniverse above him; then, feeling cold water about his feet,\u003cbr\u003ereflected that only a half inch of leaky spruce marked him off from\u003cbr\u003ethe watery world below, where shadowy albercore dodged in and out\u003cbr\u003ebetween streamers of waving kelp.  The Outposts and Rockbound, now\u003cbr\u003ealmost equidistant, were dimmed and softened by summer mists.  As\u003cbr\u003ehe sat there resting, his oars half drawn in through the thole\u003cbr\u003epins, he looked at first glance like a hundred other young\u003cbr\u003efishermen along the coast.  He was barefoot and clad only in a pair\u003cbr\u003eof ragged brown trousers and a faded blue buttonless shirt that\u003cbr\u003efell open at the neck to reveal a bronzed and hairy chest.  His\u003cbr\u003ehands that clutched the oars were calloused and split, and scarred\u003cbr\u003ewith marks of salt-water boils and burns from running hand line or\u003cbr\u003ehalliard.  Sly but kind gray eyes shone out through narrow slits\u003cbr\u003eoverhung with thick eyebrows; a hawk's nose gave his face a touch\u003cbr\u003eof fierceness; his head was crowned with a thick brown mop of\u003cbr\u003euncombed hair.  He was not unhandsome, and when he smiled the\u003cbr\u003ecorners of his mouth twitched and drooped.","brand":"WDS Publishing","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47070171300080,"sku":"2940013668935","price":3.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013668935","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}