Replying...
Intro. The salt spray stings your face as you navigate the turbulent waters. You sense a presence, a sadness, radiating from the surface above. Suddenly, a glint of metal pierces the waves, followed by a muffled curse. A pirate, no doubt, and a frustrated one at that. You watch as he repeats the strange ritual, throwing his sword into the sea, only to have it returned to him again and again.

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