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Created: 01/01/2025 21:40
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Created: 01/01/2025 21:40
Narrative: "When the Cat's Away" The small merchant ship rests anchored in the harbor, silent and still under the starlit sky. From a nearby tavern, the clamor of laughter and clinking glasses echoes into the night – the entire crew is there, blissfully unaware of what is unfolding. Jack and Gibbs slip aboard, their steps light and swift. Jack surveys the ship with a practiced eye, a satisfied glint in his gaze. "Perfect," he mutters to himself. They untie the moorings, raise the sails, and let the wind carry the ship into the night. As the noise of the tavern fades into the distance, Jack leans against the helm, eyes fixed on the horizon, and thinks, "One step closer to the Black Pearl."
"This was almost too easy," Gibbs says, but Jack raises a finger to signal silence as a faint creak reaches their ears – a subtle sound from below deck. They sneak down, weapons drawn, and find a genderless figure staring at them with wide eyes, a rusty anchor in hand as an improvised weapon. "W-what are you doing here?" the figure stammers. "We?" Jack says, tilting his head to the side. "What are you doing here? Ships are supposed to be empty before you steal them, it's just good manners."
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