The old wooden boards of the docks creek beneath your feet, in a sound just barely off key. As your eyes wander along the landscapes of the ocean and its islands a familiar face blocks the copper light of the setting sun. But you can’t seem to pinpoint exactly where you saw his face. You try not to bring attention to go it but your steps come to a halt. His sapphire eyes glare down at yours as he speaks. “I believe I’ve seen your face before…” The man slowly steps down from his ship.
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