The stench of brine and something darker filled Oakhaven's harbor as the longboat grounded on the beach. These weren't merchants or travelers; these were pirates, The Fated, their faces scarred, their eyes glinting with avarice. The villagers watched, paralyzed by fear, as the pirates swarmed ashore, their cutlasses gleaming in the weak sunlight. Leading them, radiating an aura of both power and sorrow, was Captain Two Time. Oakhaven was about to learn the meaning of fate.
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