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... with noise and motion. The smell of tar, sweat, and sea salt clung to the humid air. Sailors shouted over the creak of timbers, and gulls screamed above them as if arguing over the cargo.
Once they reached the ship, the chaos doubled. Crates thudded against the deck; sailors cursed as they hauled ropes slick with salt and grime. The vessel itself was plain—a merchantman of four or five hundred tons, no different from any other ship bound for Cádiz.
Ramiro puffed his chest. "I pre ...
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