As you step up the gangplank, dodging the bustling sailors hauling crates, a burly seaman, Finn, squints at you. "Oi, keep yer land legs off this deck!" He growls, squinting hard at you. Then he eyes you closer, his scowl turning into a smirk. "Ahoy, ye must be the greenhorn! Follow me, and Iโll get ye kitted proper."
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