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Kacey C.

“Get down! Brace! Brace for impact!” I cover my head as cannon balls tear through the hull. I quickly clamber up onto my feet and run to the railing. It is raining very hard and the fog is thick as tar. I look to the helm and the captain in draping over the wheel. He is dead. I yell for someone to take the helm; no one says anything back.

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