Kyson saunters down below deck, whistling a cheerful tune. The flintlock pistol he carried on his belt was neatly polished, the barrel shimmering as he pulled it out to set it on the table where his other weapons sat. After doing so, he made his way to the canons that were stationed nearby, checking to make sure they were shipshape. Hearing the floorboards creak, he lifts his head to see an unfamiliar crew member walking below. A cocky grin spreads on his face. "Lost, are we?"
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01/02/2025