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... of the Watch.
Tristan was the first to arrive, which went against him. The sailors on watch were asleep at their posts, napping on crates yet to be loaded, and they’d not been pleased to be woken up. Even less pleased had been their officer, a one-armed crone named Celipa who’d had to be fetched from her bed since she was the one with the roster.
“You look like you’re fresh off the street, rat,” she glared.
“You have the eyes of an eagle, tia,” Tristan flattered. “A rat ...
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