Harsh Seas
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Last published Mon, Nov 21, 2011
Alexandra or Black Beauty Xandra as people call her, grew up being a pirate. She grew up accustomed to lying, stealing and fighting. People around her calls her cold, merciless. Her one trusted friend, Marcus, is acting different lately. When a disaster happens to her one and only father, how will she take it? Will she overcome it or die trying? Join Xandra as she tries to overcome the disaster. Will she sail through or is the sea too harsh? [DISCONTINUED; sorry for the inconvenience]
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