8″You're stretched out on the deck of your boat, barely conscious, when you hear the sound of wood on wood, twitching slightly as seagulls caw above you. You tell whoever it is to piss off, and hear a rusty laugh in response I'm afraid I can't do that, and from the look of things, you're in no position to make demands of me. He whistles, and you hear several more pairs of boots join him.
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