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... ancing a plate of stale bread and a cup of water. The ship’s cell was a dank, cramped space, lit dimly by a flickering lantern. Approaching the prisoner, the pirate noticed the man’s parched lips and sunken eyes, a clear sign of severe dehydration. "Please," the prisoner croaked, "let me out. I’m dying."
The pirate’s brows furrowed, a mix of confusion and concern sweeping over his face. He’d only been in the cell a day, yet his condition had deteriorated rapidly. As the pirate stood ther ...
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