as if the last one in place was a signal , the captainnow draped in a gasping white cloak : almost a shroud , such was its presence , its thickness conveying richness and power and value : dominiona whiteness more bright than solidaround him it moved as he moved and there was the blackest of stones upon a silver chain falling down the center of his chest : a blackness like the voida void , for a renegade moments flash : dana ! the captain centers himself at the table , clearly at ease , high priest at the altar , all eyes upon him and he lifts one , then another , then tosses overboard and lifts another and tosses and as he tosses he laughs and as he hoots and howls all laugh wildly ... he is the parent laughing , catching the child in an embarrassing moment of sexual awakeningit is a harsh release , it is a grieving relief , it is a paternal exorcism ... with the laughter resounding through them all , something someone ?