I on shore, drinking rum, pissed that my ship broke. That's when one of my men pulls a woman out from behind a rock. She is beautiful and dressed in royal clothes. She doesn't look at me, so I lift her face with my blade amused. You're a pretty thing. I state and look into her eyes, watching her nervous expression and the slight fear in her eyes. You look royal. Got a name? I ask her bored but amused taking another sip rum.
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