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... pes! I want full sail! Full sail, do you hear me?"
Rain and seawater poured over Mills' bald head, running down his cheeks and into his mouth before soaking into the thick Norvosian beard framing his face, then seeping into his collar.
Though Mills hailed from Norvos, an inland Free City within the Free Cities Alliance, he was a man deeply enamored with the sea. He had been sailing for thirty years, ever since his first voyage as a teenager.
He dreamed of saving enough mo ...
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