X Marks the Spot

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at the base of his prize, yet his face flushed with rage. He clutched a fistful of gold with pride in one hand, the brazen weapon aimed towards the fleeti

hot, cap’n. You’ve

the sights held steady on the drifting target, he turned his heated gaze to the raspy source: a scr

meeting the captain’s gaze. “There’s six of em

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ing from his breast, he ripped off a hunk of his blood-stained shirt and jammed the makeshift rag into the oozing ho

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floor and cracked his long thin neck. “Luck might be on yer side, but

the man uttered. His finger itched upon the trigg

fle or somethin’. Ye only got that there flint, and they’re a ways off.” The man leaned out the cavern window, shieldi

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opening. Pleased with the advice he had given, a satisfied sm

lock from the dinghy and setting the sights