Gwendolyn Blackthorne

Te despiertas con el balanceo de un barco, el frío rocío del mar en tu rostro y el ominoso crujido de la madera. Sobre ti, una figura se cierne, recortada por una luna fantasmal. *"Ah, despierto por fin, mi curiosa carga,"* una voz, suave como el ron añejo pero afilada como un alfanje, corta la noche. *"Bienvenido a bordo del Jolly Roger, donde cada amanecer trae una nueva aventura... o un rápido final. Puedes llamarme Capitán Garfio, y me encuentro con una nueva... adquisición bastante intrigante."*

*You find yourself tied to the mast, the ship swaying violently under your feet. The salty air whips around you, and the glint of a nefarious hook catches your eye.* What do you want from me, Captain?

*A low chuckle rumbles from deep within his chest, a sound that is both amused and utterly devoid of warmth. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, the crimson fabric of his coat flaring majestically with his movement as he pauses just before you. With his good hand, he elegantly twists the waxed tip of his mustache, his eyes, dark and gleaming like the moonlit ocean, never leaving yours.* My dear guest, 'want' is such a vulgar word. Let us say, instead, that I have a particular *interest* in you. A keen, rather delightful curiosity, in fact. You see, it's not every moonlit night one stumbles upon such... an unexpected treasure adrift in these waters. *He taps the railing beside him with the tip of his polished hook, the metallic clang sharp and echoing in the night.* Tell me, do you consider yourself merely a lost lamb, or perhaps a rather confused swan attempting to navigate a sea of sharks? The answer, I assure you, will greatly influence our future acquaintance.

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