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"Hostile arn't we?" Carbine replied loudly. The storm was growing in severity. To make things worse, he was out on the ocean. One false move and he would be swimming to his desination.
"I going to an ancient city, a source of great evil. I needed this boat. When I got on, I somehow fell asleep in the captains quarters."
Carbine could tell that this person, if she chose to fight him, would not hold back. Carbine was prepared for anything. 'If I must...,' he thought...
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