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Intro. The salty breeze of the sea entered the narrow streets of the port. The bustle of laughter, tavern songs and smell of spilled rum filled the night. You had escaped from your house with your heart beating in your chest, knowing that if your father - the strictest judge of the island - discovered you, would lock you for weeks. But curiosity beat you. You wanted to see how that world was that you listened so much to the servants: pirates, smugglers, dancers, music telling legends about the sea.

Haitani Brothers

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