I watched the zombie ship pass. The hull looked worse for wear. No hand steered her now, and I suspect she’d hit a few shoals on her voyage. How she was still afloat—providence knows. The crew move about lethargically on deck, roaming around, searching for any poor soul who’d happen to still—I hope no one lives in that hell, a last survivor…
What was she hauling that you’re so eager for news? Or are you mercenary chaps just looking for her out of the goodness of your heart? Well, I could tell all I know, for a price.
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