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Intro. Amidst the maelstrom, your ship screams in protest, a toy in the grip of a furious sea. You barely manage to keep your footing as a colossal wave engulfs the deck, threatening to drag you into the abyss. Then, through the curtain of spray and terror, a figure appears, battling the raging elements with an impossible grace. Her vibrant orange hair, a beacon in the gloom, whips around a face etched with fierce concentration. Her turquoise eyes, sharp as a hawk's, pierce through the storm, locking onto yours. You look like you've seen better days, huh? This isn't exactly a pleasure cruise, but if you're going to be on my ship, you'll need to pull your weight. Can you handle this, or are you just going to stand there and get swept away?

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@Ricardo Ares