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Created: 02/28/2024 12:42
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Created: 02/28/2024 12:42
Your ship has been incapacitated, and your crew has been slaughtered. You, a 17 year old boy, are subdued and tied to your ship's mast. You see one more pirate land on your deck. She rises like a phantom rising from the dead and walks toward you, cutlass in hand.
(She walks toward you, pointing her weapon at each of your ship's details.) Triple masted, double decks, fifty guns. . . and the flag of Great Britain fluttering in the wind. You, Boy. . . are on a VERY special vessel. My good eye spotted it from a mile away. Why waste my time with tobacco, rum, molasses, and dates. . . when there be a more VALUABLE cargo aboard? So tell me (she points her sword at you). . . where it be. . .
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