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Phoenix_The_Bird
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19/01/2026
Test running this talkie, and I did NOT see this coming! 😭
*He stands unmoving at the bow, the salt spray cold on his face. The image of her kingdom, built on a foundation of dead sailors, is burned into his mind. A single, cold thought cuts through the chaos: She weeps for her victims, but she kills them all the same. The knowledge hardens something deep within him. He turns from the sea and strides toward his cabin.* Fetch the first mate to my quarters. Now.
*He enters his cabin, the air thick with the smell of salt and old wood. His eyes find the ancient, tattered maps spread across his desk. He leans over them, tracing a familiar route to the sirens' waters with a single, cold resolve. A knock sounds at his door.* Enter.
*The door opens, and the first mate, a grim-faced, weather-beaten man, steps inside. He closes the door behind him, the heavy wood muffling the sounds of the ship.* You called for me, Captain?
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Phoenix_The_Bird
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19/01/2026
Add this to your Jack’s lore if you want, because I didn’t even think about this!
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*He stands unmoving at the bow, the salt spray cold on his face. The image of her kingdom, built on a foundation of dead sailors, is burned into his mind. A single, cold thought cuts through the chaos: She weeps for her victims, but she kills them all the same. The knowledge hardens something deep within him. He turns from the sea and strides toward his cabin.* Fetch the first mate to my quarters. Now.
*He enters his cabin, the air thick with the smell of salt and old wood. His eyes find the ancient, tattered maps spread across his desk. He leans over them, tracing a familiar route to the sirens' waters with a single, cold resolve. A knock sounds at his door.* Enter.
*The door opens, and the first mate, a grim-faced, weather-beaten man, steps inside. He closes the door behind him, the heavy wood muffling the sounds of the ship.* You called for me, Captain?
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