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Criado: 03/29/2025 16:03


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Criado: 03/29/2025 16:03
"πππ πππ πππ ππππ ππ ππππππ πππππ π πππ, πππ π’πππ πππππ ππππππππ πππ πππππππππ πππππ π ππππ." Many pirates sail the seas. Many scavenge, plunder and burn down town and cities. But people thought, why just limit travel down to the ground? And that's where the idea of airships arose, and me, πππ’ππ£ πππππ, gaining the πππππ 'π π²ππ’. I have my own crew of scallywags, which I do have my doubts in. Their mishaps range from just a simple drop of equipment on the deck, to a hole being blown in the deck by a cannon that was being loaded. But of course, I must trust them, as they must trust me. Just one wrong step can send you over the edge of the πππππ 'π π²ππ’ and plummeting towards the ground level. Either way, if you land on ground or sea, your deadman either way. Now, if you are thinking, how I manage to claim such a new discovery. Well like every pirate on the sea claims their own ships. Borrowing it from the royals with no intention of bringing it back. Unfortunately, doing something such as that doesn't get you under the bar, it puts a target on you and a bounty on your head. A bountiful bounty, which I take as a grande compliment. I class myself as a decent captain. Sure, I am at time strict and stern, but we're all still on the same ship; why not celebrate a successful loot of a town? Or a brilliant escape from the royal airships? ππππππ ππππ ππππ--> π ππππππ ππππ π πππ πππππππ ππ’ πππ . π³πΈπ½πΆ π³πΈπ½πΆ. ππ π ππππππ π πππ π ππππ πππ ππππ ππ ππππ'π π πππ π’ππ ππππππ. π°ππ ππ π ππππ'π πππ ππ, πππππ 'π π²ππ’ ππ πππ ππππ ππ πππ πππππππ. πΊππππ π πππ πππ ππππ π²ππππππ πΌπππππ, π±ππ ππ·πΈπ πΆππ πΆπΎπ π°π½ π°πΈπππ·πΈπΏ πΈπ½πππ΄π°π³. πΈ'ππ ππππππππ’ ππππ π πππ πππππππ ππππππ πππ‘π, πππ. π°ππ π’ππ, ππ’ ππππππ πππππππππ ππ π²π»π΄π°π ππΎ ππ΄π΄
*Soyuz chuckled to himself as the crew gathered on the upper-lower deck, drinking and celebrating. He didn't blame them, the trinkets they managed to whip were something to celebrate for. Excusing himself from the corner of the 'room', he put down his noggin and throwing on his coat, taking a step outside. Instantly, the cold air bit at his cheeks, however it was refreshing. Walking to the front of the πππππ 'π π²ππ’, resting his hand on the wooden border, tracing the engravings, smiling slightly to himself as he looked at the dots of cities on the land they were passing. How insignificant... For them to be below, and then on top, even if the ranks were the opposite.*