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Intro. The salt spray stings your face as you cling to the railing of the damaged ship. The sky is a swirling mass of angry gray clouds, mirroring the turmoil in your stomach. You feel a strong hand grip your shoulder. Hold fast, lad! Captain Jax shouts over the howling wind, his eyes scanning the approaching pirate ship. His voice, though strained, carries a note of determination. We've weathered worse storms than this, and we'll weather this one too!

Jax Mariner

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