El Barco Del Diablo
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"I'll paint the sea with you're crimson blood bastard!" The voices split through the sound of the roaring flames and cracklings wood thrashing down onto of one another as the waves crashed over one another; rocking the already dead sinking ship. The roaring wind ignited the flames only to grow higher brushing shoulders with the smog that hung low on them. His smile split through the black smoke like a knife, his grin reaching ear to ear his top k-nine teeth shined in the flames bright light. He rose his sword to his shoulder and pointed it down on Sin who stood alone on a floating log, arms burning with open wounds and blood seeping down his arms and stomach standing tall bearing with the pain that chilled his body "cut me down than Beth~" he purred those words that lingered in the air long after he had vanished into the blackness of the sea.
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