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Post by Captain Sterling Navire on Dec 6, 2015 23:01:20 GMT -8
Captain Navire takes his time sailing up, as it looks like the newcomers are busy throwing contraband overboard. If he gets to them when they have contraband inboard, he'll have to deny them entry and fill out a lot of paperwork. If they dump everything, he can let them in and none of it will get into Gauldin. A win-win situation. After they appear to finish, he sidles his schooner alongside the larger ship.
"Ahoy there! Permission to board, for an inspection?"
Upon their response, he lowers a plank and walks onto their ship, followed by a platoon of guards.
"Hello there. I'm Captain Navire. We have to search your ship for contraband before letting you in."
The guards disperse, poking around in various nooks and crannies. The captain turns to whoever seems to be in charge.
"So...what brings you and your crew to Gaildin?"
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152 
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Dec 6, 2015 23:27:17 GMT -8
A short, stout dwarf with a long, braided beard wearing a well-fitted captain's longcoat and brown trousers answers the Captain's questioning with a huff. "Though it's none of your bleedin' business, we're here to carry out sellsword contracts in Gauldin," he says in a gruff voice heavily touched by a highlands accent, "we're part of the Order of the Hammer."
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Post by Captain Sterling Navire on Dec 6, 2015 23:35:10 GMT -8
Captain Navire decides not to react to the "none of your business" part, even though it is very much his business.
"Sells word contracts, huh? Well, you'll have to register with the authorities. Go to the office in Bayonne, sign some papers, get your permit, and go on your merry way. I believe they charge a small fee as well, but it's nothing major. Maybe five golden coins per permit or something like that."
When the guards finish the inspection, Navire hands the dwarves captain a stamped document.
"There you go, my good sir. Head on through. Remember, get those permits or you'll get into trouble. Have a nice day, and welcome to Gauldin."
He leads his guards back to his own ship, waving at the Order of the Hammer as they sail into the harbor.
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Phoenix Imperium
Established
Roleplay posts: 23 
Registered: Dec 5, 2015 20:13:23 GMT -8
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Post by Phoenix Imperium on Dec 14, 2015 20:26:21 GMT -8
It was only time before Phoenix Imperium made their presence. They sought new trade and alliances. They knew the others were either here or on their way, but Phoenix Imperium knew there was only two nations capable of reaching this new land within the recent exposure of it into the Overworld. Opportunity was knocking and Phoenix Imperium would let it in. The flag structure was unique. Below the large blue flag was a series of other flags. The Phoenix State, Atlanticus, Land Tiller's State, and Asgeir. A marvelous site to be seen, as most ships only flew one ship. Three large ships crafted for kings came into the Naval Checkpoint. Their ships flied the blue beauty known as Phoenix Imperium. The ships seemed to match the flag, carrying the same majestic and powerful presence. Each ship carrying a total of 88 ballista(44 on each side), some enchanted, some not. Their lives were valuable and pirates were everywhere. Not only that, but they liked to flaunt their capabilities.  (Use your imagination. It's a white ship with blue trimmings with a big Phoenix Imperium flag and the other current nations involved.) |
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Post by The Kingdom of Gauldin on Dec 14, 2015 21:26:59 GMT -8
Like all ships that approach the Naval Checkpoint The Phoenix Imperium ships are stopped. The Gaulish captain along side the lead ship addresses the captain of the Imeprium ship.
"Ahoy, are you prepared to be boarded. Standard cargo check for contraband nothing to be concerned about."
Only one of the Gaulish ships can even come close to matching the size or capabilities of The Phoenix Imperium ships. Many of the gauls are eyeing the massive vessels admiringly. The Merchant Sea is the weakest branch of the Gaulish military and they are impressed to see such powerful ships.
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Highlan Chamberlain
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 58
Physical Description: Highlan Chamberlain stands at an imposing 6 feet tall. His once muscular frame has been ravaged by time, but still remembers much of the strength that it once possessed. His face bears the red tattoos common to his particular sect.
Clothes and Equipment: The former admiral wears a finely fitted custom made leather suit, an heirloom from days gone by when the clothes had to withstand the same driving rains and lashing winds as the man. At his side hangs an intricately crafted saber, the golden handle and guard hold a single garnet in the pommel and the blade extends past his knee, curved and razor sharp coming to a wicked tip. The only true armor he wears is a tightly fitting skull cap, neatly formed around his skull to protect from glancing blows.
Registered: Dec 14, 2015 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Highlan Chamberlain on Dec 14, 2015 21:27:04 GMT -8
The outline of a single ship breaks the horizon. It flies no flags and blares no horns. It's sails and hull both blaze red as brightly as a setting sun.
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Post by Captain Sterling Navire on Dec 15, 2015 12:47:25 GMT -8
All ships must be inspected, and this bright red one is no exception. As per routine, a schooner pulls up alongside. Captain Navire walks up onto the deck, and shouts through a megaphone.
"AHOY THERE! YOU MUST PASS THROUGH A ROUTINE INSPECTION FOR CONTRABAND BEFORE ENTERING GAULDIN! PREPARE TO BE BOARDED!"
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Highlan Chamberlain
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 58
Physical Description: Highlan Chamberlain stands at an imposing 6 feet tall. His once muscular frame has been ravaged by time, but still remembers much of the strength that it once possessed. His face bears the red tattoos common to his particular sect.
Clothes and Equipment: The former admiral wears a finely fitted custom made leather suit, an heirloom from days gone by when the clothes had to withstand the same driving rains and lashing winds as the man. At his side hangs an intricately crafted saber, the golden handle and guard hold a single garnet in the pommel and the blade extends past his knee, curved and razor sharp coming to a wicked tip. The only true armor he wears is a tightly fitting skull cap, neatly formed around his skull to protect from glancing blows.
Registered: Dec 14, 2015 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Highlan Chamberlain on Dec 15, 2015 15:58:45 GMT -8
The captain of the red ship stands at the bow.
"We gladly accept your request for inspection Captain. You will find aboard 14 crew members including myself and 100 urns each containing approximately 5 liters of blood."
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Post by Captain Sterling Navire on Dec 15, 2015 18:19:38 GMT -8
"Blood? Hehehe. Good one."
The guards head down belowdecks, as Captain Navire stays with the red ship's captain. A moment later, the guards run back up.
"Captain! He wasn't kidding! There's blood down there, lots of it!"
As they speak, the sickening stench of blood flows up from the hold and over the deck. Many of the guards retch. Navire, however, is unphased.
"Sir...I can't let you into Gauldin with those urns of blood. It's a sanitation hazard. Please throw them overboard, or come up with some solution. The rest of the ship is fine, but I simply can't allow those urns to enter. It'll make people ill."
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Highlan Chamberlain
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 58
Physical Description: Highlan Chamberlain stands at an imposing 6 feet tall. His once muscular frame has been ravaged by time, but still remembers much of the strength that it once possessed. His face bears the red tattoos common to his particular sect.
Clothes and Equipment: The former admiral wears a finely fitted custom made leather suit, an heirloom from days gone by when the clothes had to withstand the same driving rains and lashing winds as the man. At his side hangs an intricately crafted saber, the golden handle and guard hold a single garnet in the pommel and the blade extends past his knee, curved and razor sharp coming to a wicked tip. The only true armor he wears is a tightly fitting skull cap, neatly formed around his skull to protect from glancing blows.
Registered: Dec 14, 2015 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Highlan Chamberlain on Dec 15, 2015 22:14:55 GMT -8
The old man chuckled as the guards went through the typical reaction of panic and then disgust.
Highlan locked eyes with and then cast a quizzical glance at the young Captain when he finished speaking "Why, whatever do you mean, I assure you that it is perfectly sanitary, it was drawn directly from healthy young men and women directly into the urns where it has remained sealed ever since, it couldn't possibly pose any significant threat, no more than the water we currently stand over".
He gestured grandly with his arms reaching outward, holding the pose for a second before letting them flop back down to his sides. His face took on a much more grim visage now "And besides, this particular blood posses a rather special religious significance for all on board this ship, and in the near future for many more in this city, surely you would not deny simple monks their harmless rituals?"
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Post by Captain Sterling Navire on Dec 16, 2015 19:07:01 GMT -8
Navire sighs, pulling out a small handbook.
"Hmm...sanitation risk...religious significance...ah. It says here that religious significance overrides minor sanitation hazards. So you're free to go, sir. But please, park at the very end of the docks away from all the other ships. I'm sure that they would appreciate not smelling like a slaughterhouse."
His guards finding nothing, he hands Highlan a stamped document and heads back to his own ship, waving him through to enter Bayonne.
"Welcome to Gauldin, sir!"
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Highlan Chamberlain
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 58
Physical Description: Highlan Chamberlain stands at an imposing 6 feet tall. His once muscular frame has been ravaged by time, but still remembers much of the strength that it once possessed. His face bears the red tattoos common to his particular sect.
Clothes and Equipment: The former admiral wears a finely fitted custom made leather suit, an heirloom from days gone by when the clothes had to withstand the same driving rains and lashing winds as the man. At his side hangs an intricately crafted saber, the golden handle and guard hold a single garnet in the pommel and the blade extends past his knee, curved and razor sharp coming to a wicked tip. The only true armor he wears is a tightly fitting skull cap, neatly formed around his skull to protect from glancing blows.
Registered: Dec 14, 2015 18:46:43 GMT -8
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Post by Highlan Chamberlain on Dec 17, 2015 19:13:28 GMT -8
"We all very much appreciate the warm welcome Captain. I'm sure we'll be seeing you again soon."
As instructed, Highlan directed his ship to the end of the dock, mooring, unloading and promptly dissappearing into the throng of people.
He won't be gone for long though.
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Dec 23, 2015 16:03:38 GMT -8
The Dwarven captain grunts and gives a surly nod, shooing Sterling off his ship. Once the inspection is finally complete, he orders the helmsman to steer into port, the barrels of explosives and widely-banned liquors dragging along below the ship, attached by ropes to its underside. As they lose sight of the checkpoint, the men haul the barrels back up, restoring them to their rightful place in the cargo hold.
<Exit to the port>
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Reonway Maddocks
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Late Twenties
Physical Description: Standing at 5'10" with a strong and athletic frame, Reonway strikes the appearance of a man well used to the rigors of the sea. He has a copse of salty blonde hair and eyes as blue as the ocean. His skin has a darkened appearance from many years spent laboring aboard of sea faring vessels. He has fairly handsome features, notably a sly smile that suggests a degree of trouble.
Clothes and Equipment: Reonway favors simpler garb to include linens, leathers and heavy cottons that can hold up the the harsh realities of the sea. His typical sea faring attire includes a wide brimmed hat, a heavy frock coat over a loose linen shirt, a belt to carry his effects, buckskin breeches and high leather boots. Otherwise he dresses as the situation demands.
Registered: Dec 29, 2015 21:25:10 GMT -8
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Post by Reonway Maddocks on Dec 30, 2015 17:53:06 GMT -8
A small merchant vessel, bearing the flag of the Kingdom of Gaudin, sailed towards the Bayonne Harbor by way of the naval checkpoint on a cool morning with the sun low in the early sky. By all appearances the ship was of no distinguished note: it had been stripped of any spectacularly identifying marks, most of all the name of the ship itself. The ship rocked on the waters at an easy pace as a crew were ordered to prepare the ship to dock in the harbor beyond; men worked the decks and prepared the ship for mooring to offload its goods. The ship, however, might have been vaguely familiar to some. The keenly aware might note the crew didn't seem the unusual sort for a merchant ship - they were a hardier sort and a touch more heavily armed. The captain of the ship issued orders from the deck as the vessel attempted to safely make its way through the checkpoint.
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Post by Captain Sterling Navire on Dec 30, 2015 18:00:37 GMT -8
Of course, like all other ships, the merchant vessel is stopped by a navy schooner. Captain Navire himself commands it, and stands up on the deck. Something about this vessel strikes him as odd, and he's learned to trust his instincts over the years. He orders the guards to be on the lookout, and shouts through a megaphone to the mysterious ship.
"Stop right there and prepare to be boarded! All ships must pass inspection to enter Gauldin!"
He pulls up alongside and begins to lower a gangplank.
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Reonway Maddocks
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Late Twenties
Physical Description: Standing at 5'10" with a strong and athletic frame, Reonway strikes the appearance of a man well used to the rigors of the sea. He has a copse of salty blonde hair and eyes as blue as the ocean. His skin has a darkened appearance from many years spent laboring aboard of sea faring vessels. He has fairly handsome features, notably a sly smile that suggests a degree of trouble.
Clothes and Equipment: Reonway favors simpler garb to include linens, leathers and heavy cottons that can hold up the the harsh realities of the sea. His typical sea faring attire includes a wide brimmed hat, a heavy frock coat over a loose linen shirt, a belt to carry his effects, buckskin breeches and high leather boots. Otherwise he dresses as the situation demands.
Registered: Dec 29, 2015 21:25:10 GMT -8
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Post by Reonway Maddocks on Dec 30, 2015 18:05:06 GMT -8
Captain Reonway Maddocks, who stood aboard the ship, set his jaw as the Gaudin ship pulled itself up alongside his own vessel for inspection. While the ship itself was stolen and being used as a pirate ship to facilitate illegal trade and smuggling, Reonway would be as calm as still waters as Captain Navire boarded his ship. The wary sailors aboard the ship regarded the Gaudin vessel carefully while maintaining an eye on the sailors; the men carried daggers on their belts alongside other dangerous nearby. The weathered Captain Navire would get a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. Reonway regarded the captain with a cool smile as he met with the man.
"What can I do for you, lad?"
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Post by Captain Sterling Navire on Dec 30, 2015 18:13:52 GMT -8
"Watch who you call lad...boy."
Captain Navire scrutinizes Reonway's face.
"Say...have I seen you before?"
Hmm, he thinks. This man's face looks rather familiar...like one he's seen on a wanted poster.
"What's your name? And what brings you to this part?"
The guards can be heard rummaging around in the hold, searching the cargo.
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Reonway Maddocks
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Late Twenties
Physical Description: Standing at 5'10" with a strong and athletic frame, Reonway strikes the appearance of a man well used to the rigors of the sea. He has a copse of salty blonde hair and eyes as blue as the ocean. His skin has a darkened appearance from many years spent laboring aboard of sea faring vessels. He has fairly handsome features, notably a sly smile that suggests a degree of trouble.
Clothes and Equipment: Reonway favors simpler garb to include linens, leathers and heavy cottons that can hold up the the harsh realities of the sea. His typical sea faring attire includes a wide brimmed hat, a heavy frock coat over a loose linen shirt, a belt to carry his effects, buckskin breeches and high leather boots. Otherwise he dresses as the situation demands.
Registered: Dec 29, 2015 21:25:10 GMT -8
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Post by Reonway Maddocks on Dec 30, 2015 18:22:41 GMT -8
"Captain Edward Flint," Reonway lied to Sterling. "I'm a merchant bringing in foreign goods to trade here in Gaudin. We have silks, spices and exotic woods, among other goods in the holding. Nothing more, I assure you." As he spoke with the captain his men aboard the ship continued about their duties as tensions rose between them. The friction was entirely palpable for seasoned sailors such as them. Reonway rest a hand on his belt and another on the hilt of his saber, putting on a face of undaunted resolve.
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Post by Captain Sterling Navire on Dec 30, 2015 18:32:22 GMT -8
Navire mimics "Edward Flint's" posture, resting his hand on the hilt of his own sword.
"Foreign goods, huh? Alright, then. There shouldn't be any issue. Just wait for the men to clear the ship and you should be free to go."
He resists the urge to glance side to side at the other sailors, instead focusing on looking Reonway in the eye. Suddenly, a shout comes from belowdecks.
"Captain, we found something! Looks like necromancer's grimoires!"
Navire reacts instantly, drawing the officer's saber from its sheath and leveling it at Reonway's neck.
"Well then, Edward Flint. It seems you've got more than just silks and spices. I'll have to ask you and yoru crew to surrender your weapons and submit to the guards. You're under arrest for smuggling contraband."
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Reonway Maddocks
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: Late Twenties
Physical Description: Standing at 5'10" with a strong and athletic frame, Reonway strikes the appearance of a man well used to the rigors of the sea. He has a copse of salty blonde hair and eyes as blue as the ocean. His skin has a darkened appearance from many years spent laboring aboard of sea faring vessels. He has fairly handsome features, notably a sly smile that suggests a degree of trouble.
Clothes and Equipment: Reonway favors simpler garb to include linens, leathers and heavy cottons that can hold up the the harsh realities of the sea. His typical sea faring attire includes a wide brimmed hat, a heavy frock coat over a loose linen shirt, a belt to carry his effects, buckskin breeches and high leather boots. Otherwise he dresses as the situation demands.
Registered: Dec 29, 2015 21:25:10 GMT -8
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Post by Reonway Maddocks on Dec 30, 2015 18:39:53 GMT -8
He hesitated - Reonway moved to draw his own sword in defense but with his hilt pressed firmly into Sterling's abdomen with no more room to draw the sword, he felt the cold steel of the man's sword against his neck and relented. Even his own men had quickly moved to draw their weapons in response to Sterling's actions. However, when presented with all too hostile crew Reonway cleared his throat. "Well, it would seem we've come into a misunderstanding, Captain," Reonway explained. "Perhaps you might agree to a parley?" He loosened his grasp on his saber and it rattled back into its sheath as he raised his hands into surrender. Captain Navire did not appear to be a man willing to engage with him beyond putting him and his men in chains.
"I surrender," Reonway declared. "And I'd encourage you boys to do the same."
Around him, as the Gaudin sailors too had drawn their weapons, one by one the pirates dropped their swords and daggers and hatchets - and all manner of weapons at hand. The affair could have been bloody but Reonway resolved to use discretion in place of valor. So, the pirates would offer up a peaceful resolution than to battling it out on the deck of the ship.
Reonway gave Sterling a sheepish grin.
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