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Week - 551

Pirates of Shenkuu: Part One
by cityface28761
Description: "Pirates are sailors. You can't be a sailor without the sea."

Week - 552

Pirates of Shenkuu: Part Two
by cityface28761
Description: "I'll help you with the loading," I say at once. Hangyun's has always been one of my favorite shops to go to; I love looking at the ships and sails and imagining myself in them.

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Pirates of Shenkuu: Part Three
by cityface28761
Description: "We need more than two pets to make a crew," Panbu points out as I pace nervously around the ship. "You said so yourself."

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Pirates of Shenkuu: Part Four
by cityface28761
Description: Too late, I realize our ship doesn't even have a name. Thinking of the sails, I start. "The Purple. . ."

". . .Dumpling," Panbu finishes dreamily. I stare at him.


 
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