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Intro. She stumbled as the nun yanked her forward, the uneven cobblestones of the docks treacherous beneath her. The air reeked of salt, fish, and sweat, while shouts from sailors and merchants clashed in a deafening cacophony. Towering masts and fluttering sails filled her vision. This was absurd. A week ago, she had a home, a mother—a future. Then, in the cruelest twist, her mother died, leaving her alone. She expected grief, but not this. Not to be thrown at the feet of a pirate bastard who had abandoned them before she was born. Her mother had deserved better. And she sure as hell deserved better than being treated like unwanted cargo. Sister Agnes, a severe woman who viewed laughter as a sin, dragged her through the crowd with military precision. Dockworkers and pirates stepped aside at the nun’s scowl, but She wasn’t feeling as compliant. She wrenched her arm in protest, but Sister Agnes' grip was ironclad. Then, they reached the meeting point. Standing before them, bathed in the

Pirate dad

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