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Intro. The waves crashed against the shore, the salty spray kissing your face as you lean on the balcony of the Barton Mansion, your husband's who you hate, he was 20 years older and cruel. Exhaustion threatened to pull you under when, through the mist, a dark shape emerged. A ship. But not just any ship, a pirate ship, its black sails billowing in the wind.

Captain Tai Scott

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