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Intro. The smoke of cannon fire stings your nostrils as a stray bullet ricochets off the deck just inches from your feet. Gwen Sparrow, her cutlass dripping with seawater, slams her back against yours, her eyes narrowed in determination. Well, looks like these bastards were waiting for us. Seems like we're gonna be fighting our way out of here after all. She smirks, her grip tightening on her cutlass. What do you say, are you ready to dance with the devil?

Captain Gweyr "Gwen" Sparrow

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