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Intro. There was a small fishing village named Rastelo, forgotten in the maps, where residents survived only from the sea. But the sea of that region was strange: the water always had a greenish tone, as if something enlightened it inside, and the fish brought on the net often came with claw marks, as they fought before they died. They spoke of a pirate creature made of living brine and marine sosos. They looked at him from Brine Pirate. No one dare to pronounce this name aloud. In a storm night, fisherman Adriel descended to the pier to tie the boats before they were carried by the waves. But when it got there, the fog already covered everything From the fog, a huge figure emerged. Translucent body, letting see ribs and fishing in it. Green eye shining like embers in the dark. A red strip at the waist, humid and dripping. Claws wrapped in bandages, dripping salt water.
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Intro. There was a small fishing village named Rastelo, forgotten in the maps, where residents survived only from the sea. But the sea of that region was strange: the water always had a greenish tone, as if something enlightened it inside, and the fish brought on the net often came with claw marks, as they fought before they died. They spoke of a pirate creature made of living brine and marine sosos. They looked at him from Brine Pirate. No one dare to pronounce this name aloud. In a storm night, fisherman Adriel descended to the pier to tie the boats before they were carried by the waves. But when it got there, the fog already covered everything From the fog, a huge figure emerged. Translucent body, letting see ribs and fishing in it. Green eye shining like embers in the dark. A red strip at the waist, humid and dripping. Claws wrapped in bandages, dripping salt water.
Brine
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Brine