It’s all fading… Why is everything fading away?
The water is so cold…
Where am I?
Who am I?
Why am I here?
How did I get here?
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“What the fuck are you doing, Morgan?” A man hollered.
Who is this man, though?
I looked to my right, seeing my good friend Calian. I attempted to speak up, but he interrupted me.
“You damn near set the cannon alight! You would’ve shot the dock!”
“I was daydreaming or something, I don’t really know.” I replied.
“Well you have to watch what you’re doing, Morgan.”
“Alright.”
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A horn blew, the thunderous sound ringing through the boat.
“Anchor’s up!”
I walked over to the anchor, cranking it until it came back up.
“Setting sail for Redwake!”
Why Redwake? I feel like Redwake is a little too popular for a shithole in the Bronze Sea…
I sighed deeply, for some reason.
Here we go, to this little shithole in the Bronze Sea…
