Prologue

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In a monstrous storm, a tiny ship tossed about the black ocean. A young sailor gripped the thick ropes of the rigging for dear life. His work-worn hands bleeding and raw; his body drenched and frozen to the bone.

The captain shouted orders over the wind and the frightened crew scurried across the deck to carry them out.

The chaos continued for what seems like hours until, suddenly, the storm broke. Weak sunlight burst through the darkened clouds and the waves subdued, lapping melodically against the hull. The young sailor gave an easy laugh and sat against the railing.

There was a moment of complete silent relief and the crew relaxed, exhausted.

Then all hell broke loose.

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