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      |  The chair creaked as the old man rocked back in it, groaning   |
      |  to himself. "Nay, Olaf, Nay" said the venerable Captain Pryce, |
      |  "'Tis a wondrous ale you brew, lad. 'Tis only my mind playing  |
      |  tricks on me again, it happens when ye get to be my age..."    |
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      |  The fire popped and sputtered to itself as the old sailor      |
      |  scrubbed at his chin through his scraggly gray beard, his      |
      |  brow furrowing of its own accord as the memories came flooding |
      |  back to him.                                                   |
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      |  "T'was a night of horrendous storms," he began, "I knew I      |
      |  shouldn't have left port, but the Duke was insistent. He had   |
      |  to have his cursed wines!" "Pah!" he exclaims, slamming his    |
      |  fist into the table, "The fool knows nothing of the sea and    |
      |  it's foul moods!" His gaze falls across the scarred leather    |
      |  cup that hides the stump where his left hand should be, "Blast |
      |  me! I should've heeded the signs, but I braved the sea, the    |
      |  storms...then the beast took us! The BEAST! It took me poor    |
      |  Golden Lady like she was cuddling a child to its breast...and  |
      |  then it ripped us apart! The lads tried to save us, but the    |
      |  beast was too strong. It shrugged off our bolts like annoying  |
      |  gnats. I saw young Langdon dragged off and broke like a        |
      |  child's toy by one of the beast's sinuous arms...big around as |
      |  oxen they were! And as if the Fates hadn't had enough, those   |
      |  blasted fish-men came scrabbling over my bow while the beast   |
      |  held us fast, and killed any they could catch. Lucky for me, a |
      |  few of the lads managed to scramble into a dingy before my     |
      |  poor Lady went under...lotta fine mates went with 'er."        |
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      |  Sighing reluctantly to himself, the Captain went back to his   |
      |  ale...                                                         |
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