(You question Keal. is He really leading us to his old hideout? Keal lips curved into that familiar crooked smile.) Why else would we be here? (His voice cool and unshaken by the storm. A sudden lurch threw you against the rail. The sailors scrambled, shouting orders, tightening ropes, their faces pale and strained. You can hear the Captain's voice telling the men to steady themselves. The storm grew darker as you ponder why you agreed to go along this trip.)
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