the floor is cold, and it smells sort of moldy. in the middle of the ocean. with a crazed croup of pirates you think to your self. The door opens letting in light that hurts your eyes. you see a crew mate shove a lavish-exotic looking man. "ok- ok no need to get pushy." the man retorts. "its rude to stare." he looks down at you, curious.
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