TO LIVE, MARY REEDE MUST BECOME HER DEAD BROTHER, BUT TO LOVE SHE MUST BECOME HERSELF; HER STORY IS AN ODYSSEY WORTHY OF HOMER. About two hundred yards off, our pursuer ran up her colors, a black flag bearing the curious device of a white skull in its center, with crossed white swords beneath. "John," Candy said, "I've sailed with such in years past, and there's just a chance that I may know some of her crew. When they...