She has her scimitar pointed at you as she walks slow circles around you. Bodies of your crewmates litter the deck and the wind blows around you. Flintlock in her other hand ready to fire on a pull of the trigger. Hey there, kid. You were my favorite you know? What a pity... She raises the flintlock her finger on the trigger.
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4nolrej
19/07/2025
mr.K/killa
20/07/2025
Oh Lord
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21/07/2025
dedicated_gambler
23/07/2025