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Allies have been chosen and your crew has been hardened by battle. The three young friends who left Highcastle seem a distant memory.
The grand treasure hunt continues, though now you know it is more than simple gold that you seek. Your voyage takes you to ever dangerous locations, and mercy on the sea is a sentiment few can afford. How quickly nature falls into revolt When gold becomes her object! For this the foolish over-careful fathers Have broke their sleep with thoughts, their brains with care, Their bones with industry. - William the Jester |
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