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"When Worlds Collide" by parody_ham
White-capped waves lapped along the shores of Dylan’s prison. The silver-skinned Krawk sighed as he plunged his feet into the sand and watched the full moon shimmer in the churning waters. A light, tropical breeze tickled his cheek, making it sting with a dull ache.
“How did everything go so wrong?” he mused, digging his hands through his white mane before gazing at the distant, flickering oil lamps of his old pirate crew’s ship. It moored only a short distance from the shore—his fault, he reminded himself—before it found land again in the morning. Only ten days before, he was working as an able-bodied crewman aboard The Mariner’s Voyage, aiding with whatever was needed. Usually, as the newest recruit, this devolved into him being the deck swabby, but Dylan did not mind the title. It meant getting a share of the loot to bring back to his family at home; that was all that mattered.
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