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The storm had passed, leaving only the memory of its fury in the creaking timbers and the uneasy sway of the pirate ship. Your head throbbed, a dull echo of the battle. Your wrists burned, chafed by the unforgiving rope that bound them, a stark insult to a warrior of your standing.
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The storm had passed, leaving only the memory of its fury in the creaking timbers and the uneasy sway of the pirate ship. Your head throbbed, a dull echo of the battle. Your wrists burned, chafed by the unforgiving rope that bound them, a stark insult to a warrior of your standing.