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Ahoy Matey!
Your captain is back with grander stories than before. Being in a new place warrants me a raving eye, your stories will be rarer than treasure maps and pearls if I didn't stumble upon this oasis for the mind.
Long story short, we had a change of wind and while I'm out of the cuffs, I'm not on my ship. True, me is a stowaway for now. Humble as a mouse and silent as a shadow. However, from my secret spot, me spies juicy tales from everywhere. Walls don't always have ears but the one I'm hiding behind certainly does.
I will start with the Madam of the ship. She injects fear into the blood of men the same as how we gut a fish - effortlessly. The Madam jokes around but nobody laughs at the shanty. They know to move their hands more than their mouths. The cats don't have eyes and bloodied backs are normal sights. The ship doc is amazing, doesn't even care unless the wound starts to fester. Hardy bunch they all are.
