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The flames encircled him as his ship burned, "Damnable Pirates!" he shouted as he searched for a way of the blazing wreck.
The lamb meat was succulent and tender, he couldn't remember the last time he'd had a better meal, even his own mothers cooking paled in comparison.
Adaris was no weakling, he was a man of virtue and strength, with the blade skill to back it up; and any who crossed his ship learned that full well.
He weathered the storm as any sailor worth his salt would, with stoicism and gravitas, his crew had never seen him so much as bat an eye at a storm and he wouldn't start now.
He grasped the hilt of his sword, he'd be damned if tigers would eat him on his first day in the orient; he readied himself for the pounce as a low growl emerged from the brush.