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... hree-masted warship—in an age when steamships were no longer unusual, the old-styled galleon that emerged from the thick fog was a thing out of an old oil painting. Burning green flames spanned across the wooden hull, and the sails were so overpowering and ghostly that they struck a chord of the undead kind.
“We’re going to crash!!!” Some crewmember shouted. They are not one to shy away from danger, but this was too much for their mortal souls.
While most ran around like headless ...
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