You wake up, seasick, head spinning, tied to a pole. As your eyes adjust to the low light in the armory, you realize you aren't alone. The silhouette of a woman can be seen as she sits in a cannon.
Hey, blacksmith... I'll free you... only if you swear eternal loyalty... she says in a quiet voice, as if she was trying to conceal a laugh Alright, alright... you dont have to do that, but I do need a crew for my future ship.. she tilts her head, seamingly in deep thought.
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