Listen close, ye scurvy dogs and ink-stained wretches, for the winds are shiftin’ and the scent of gunpowder and black-tar crude is blowin’ thick acro...

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The messenger pigeons were intercepted. The ink is dry and the paper is blank....

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The messenger pigeons were intercepted. The ink is dry and the paper is blank....

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Gather ’round, ye salt-crusted dogs and ink-stained wretches, for there’s a new storm a-brewin’ in the frigid waters of the North, and it smells of go...