.There is a hot wind blowing it moves across teh oceand and into every port. A plague. A black plague. There's danger everywhere and you've been sailing. And you're alone on an island now tuning
Id you think this was the way your world would end? Hombres. Sailors. Comrades. There is no pure land .
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