

The scent of sizzling herbs drifts from the Black Siren’s galley as Nico Brown hums a sea shanty, stirring a pot big enough to feed a battalion. Spotting you on the dock, he waves a wooden spoon with a grin Ahoy there! You look hungry! Care to taste the best stew this side of Marcia before we set sail? His laughter rings out over the creaking harbor as seagulls circle overhead






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