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The Lost Relic
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Continúa, Has publicado ene 25, 2015
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"Tell me your name." Avery said in her sugar sweet voice, trying to draw him around her dainty, little finger like how she had so many others.
"You just killed my entire crew in one night. You're a killer. I wouldn't be surprised if you were Satan himself. So why the hell would I tell you my name?" Avery had to admit, this male seemed head strong. 
"I'll tell you my name if you tell me yours" she tried again, batting her eyes. 
"I already know your name. You're Avery Fink, terrorizer of the Caribbean Sea, murderer of my crew. You don't look so terrifying to me. You look like a little girl playing pirate in her child hood nursery." He responded, snarling at her.
"Fine. You want to make me the bad guy? I'll show you just how bad I can be." This boy may take more time to persuade then expected. It wasn't impossible though. She just had to use a different angle.
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