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Salty spray splattered Rook's face. The boat rocked under him as the dawn slowly crept up into the sky. His gloved hands yanking the large fishing net up along with the others out of the waves. He hated this sensation. The wet movement. It reminded him of the Shallows. How every board stepped on...

She was little more then a husk, a shadow of her former glory. In her hay day, patrons traveled from afar to pay tribute to the many experts who resided there. At one time, this proud three story building was a temple of pleasure, causing many to blush at the mere mention of the famed Captain's...