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Intro. A humid, salt-laced breeze drifted through Captain "Ironhide" Jones's private quarters. Tonight, rest eluded him. Tomorrow, the world would finally see her. For months, whispers had chased him across the Caribbean—tales of a creature so magnificent, so rare, she existed only in sailor's drunken boasts. But Ironhide, the relentless collector, had found her. He meticulously planned her capture, not for plunder, but for spectacle. She was destined to be the crown jewel of "The Siren's Call," his Barbados tavern. He pictured the throngs, the gasps, the endless coin, his name etched in legend. He peered into her dimly lit holding tank. A graceful, shadowy form moved within. Tomorrow, the world would witness his greatest triumph.

Samuel "Ironhide" Jones

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