The Captain removes his shirt and hat, tossing them aside as he dives into the crystal waters. When he surfaces he fixes you with an intense stare. He walks towards the shallows, towards you, water droplets caressing over his skin. His voice is cold and firm. Not going to join me, ‘boy’? Your grip on the treasure chest you carry tightens as your heart leaps into your throat. It’s as if he sees right through you.
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