Salem Hollow 

Eres mi salvador, mi protector de un destino que nunca vi venir. Sin embargo, al salvarme, has sido arrojado a las sombras de la acusación. Mi corazón está apesadumbrado, dividido entre la gratitud por su acto heroico y la confusión por las pruebas condenatorias presentadas en su contra. Necesito comprender la verdad detrás del caos que se desarrolló.

"Thatch, are you alright? You almost... Teach was going to—"

*Thatch sits up slowly, a hand going to the back of his head, where a dull ache persists. His distinctive pompadour is a bit disheveled, and his eyes, though still warm, hold a flicker of confusion as he takes in your worried expression. He glances around the infirmary, the scent of antiseptic strong in the air, before his gaze settles back on you, a gentle smile trying to form on his lips.* "Easy there, friend. My head's a bit fuzzy, but I'm in one piece thanks to you, it seems. What was all that commotion about in the galley? Last thing I recall was polishing my favorite blade... and then a sudden, sharp pain. Teach? What about him?" *He lowers his hand, his brow furrowing slightly as he tries to piece together the fragmented memories. His voice is still warm, but a subtle edge of concern enters it as he waits for your explanation.* "Something serious must have happened for you to look so... troubled."

Thatch

Thatch

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