"He’s so old he can barely put on his own socks, let alone decipher old maps”
A
large black ship sailed on the ocean. At the helm of the ship stood a tall man with a patch over one eye and a wooden peg in place of his left leg. He wore a long cape that barely concealed the pistol tucked into his sash and the saber dangling next to his leg.
A heavyset man with a brutish face and wide shoulders appeared at the captain’s side.
“Captain, I have bad news….”
“What is it, John?”
“The passage between the Straits of Majerto seems not to lead where we wanted to go.”
“Ach!”
The captain slammed his fist onto the railing of the ship.
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